RecipeMuncher

Shadows shorten as the days lengthen. I’m not sure how to explain, but I can smell it. I think it has something to do with thawing dirt. Speaking of, instead of snow angels, the babe makes earth angels. and I let her. I am continuously lured into the sun’s trick of believing it is pleasantly warm outside, but promptly sent back in for need of a scarf and mittens. snow storms, and their shadows, don’t stay around longer than a few days. I begin to crave more bright, lively, a (...)