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Launch of another winter scene, here:
As you can see from the surrounding area, this is not snow, but hoarfrost.
And the bush is a perilla that grew from seeds I threw away.
Joke’s on me.
And the bush smells wonderfully lovely, like licorice, at all times, even when it is dried up for fall/winter.
I’d like to launch a few more of my winter photos, okay?
Do your best to come to me quickly, for Demas, because he loved this world, has deserted me [ . . . ] When you come, bring the cloak that I left with Carpus at Troas, and my scrolls, especially the parchments. [ . . . ] Do your best to get here before winter.
2 Timothy 4:9-10, 13, 21
I think someone at the top has been reading my mind. Or, possibly (gasp!) reading my site! However it is, I am so thankful for the “winter” challenge! Finally I will unload more of my fun shots of snow in action. Yea!
To show my appreciation, I’ll begin with a couple of snowy smiles:
Okay, Folks, I’m Declaring Winter.
I have waited and waited. And I’m not a good waiter. So I said to myself, “The next photo challenge will be winter, if I can possibly make it fit the theme.” I did it. These shots will show between, if I have to rewrite the dictionary.
This first one shows daffs waiting to bloom, between winter and spring.
In case you wondered, winter is my favorite season. They say I would change my mind if I lived more northerly, where winter is more constant, but I think some of the people who live with snow all the time still love winter, and I think I would be one of them, if it ever came to that.