The snow is melting. Spring will not be stopped.
Yesterday, when I took Emma out to catch the bus, I found an interesting sight in the snow, a small trail and a perfectly round hole. (A unique gift from a Father who knew I had my camera with me. I think He must have been smiling...) Why do these little things intrigue me so? Why does my mind want to spin a tale of mice with hats and mittens? And, if the above ground trail weren't enough, there was another trail underneath the snow, a tunnel.
I suppose a part of me will always have a childlike imagination. Maybe that is from all the stories I have packed away inside my small brain. Or maybe it is because I am still reading stories about a small mouse showing up at Kenny Pig's store in the dead of winter or a rabbit named Peter who lives "in a sandbank underneath the root of a very big fir tree."
Yes, I can be thankful for everyday, "out of the ordinary" gifts, the little things that make life special.
298. Mouse (or mole) trails over and under freshly fallen snow.
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