It is indeed snowing outside and blowing so hard the snow is not even settling charmingly on the trees. Sighhhhhhhhh . . . a perfect time to remember the little flowers I stitched a few days ago.
Now that my sis-in-law has her birthday flower, I can reveal them. The yellow one with the black yarn center went to her, and I was on such a roll that I made the blue and white one for myself. I'm picturing it on my denim jacket with my yellow linen skirt, tanned legs, and by gum, my pretty yellow slides. Please God, soon.
Letter from Harrisburg: Happy
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