flying lines

Flippity Flop 4 in grisaille, Q. Cassetti, 2011Snow fall. Solidly falling all day that the promise of 10 inches by tomorrow morning seems like a high probability. Soft, heavy and quiet. Silent and persistent whiteness. I ran off early on to buy milk and chickens to roast. Rob and I put some time into reconstruct Kitty’s room which was filled with dust from the great bathroom redo. It’s pretty luxe…and I think it will please her a great deal.

The day has gotten in front of me…with cups of tea, bags of groceries, sorting the small pieces of this and that, from orderly to disorderly.

More tomorrow.