Record Snow For Texas. That's what the newspapers say. When I press my face to my cold little dormer window, I look directly out on the huge tree in our front yard. If I were Pollyanna, I could jump across to it. As I recall the movie, she wasn't very successful at it...
The big branches are at eye level, as well as the little twigs. They are all covered like a snow scene in an Ezra Jack Keats book. Hmmm, my thoughts seem to be on movies and books. Guess what I do on snowy days?
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