Foreshadowing February 4, 2011
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THEN: I reach for the Crayola box and search out the Pine Green crayon. Its dark, sweet come-hither coolness never fails to enchant me.
NOW: My skis and I break trail. Blow-down sprigs of pine and hemlock dot the way—the first tentative scratches of color on snowfall’s smooth white sheet.
Route 153 
I like this so very much.
C: I miss you in a color that falls somewhere between Melon and Macaroni and Cheese (in my latest Crayola set).
I like this so very much too. And I like the idea that you still use crayons.
A wonderful combination of the mundane and the bucolically beautiful. Sorry for that last segment.
oh, so very crisp.
You have crayons? Glad to hear it. Lovely post.
Very nice!