Yesterday I felt like Peter in the immortal "Snowy Day". The sun shone, the snow glistened, and I dragged apple tree branches through the drifts to the firepit. A woman with a saw and a mission! The forty-something fruit trees are a manageable height again - for another few months.
The "snow tracks" reminded me of the fabulous picturebook heritage left to us (and future generations) by Ezra Jack Keats.
If you're not familiar with this artist/illustrator/author or if you just want to snuggle back into the memories of childhood, click http://www.ezra-jack-keats.org/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=69&Itemid=82