Living along the bank of the Grand River on Abrigador Trail, we are now official river rats--meaning that we live in a floodplain. But the term means more than that since my initials spell rat--and the reflections are ones both in my mind and on the water.
Saturday, February 09, 2013
Icing on the Willow
Far better is icing on the willow than icing on the cake. There ought to be an "icing on the willow" poem or song. (Maybe I should write one.) I took the snap this morning. My camera was unable to capture the actual glistening white of the branches. But this is a good reminder of what is captured in my memory bank. What an absolutely gorgeous day it is. And much appreciated---don't get much February sunshine here in Michigan.