So after my "missing home and mailer envy" blog yesterday, I got home to find a little brown envelope from my dad. It was a CD full of photos of the farm during this winter. It was as if he knew what I must have been feeling...and no he doesn't read my blog.
It was a little answered prayer, and even though I couldn't physically feel the snow crunch under my feet, or smell the damp air, or feel the bite of the chill against my skin, it was as close to the real thing as I am going to get for awhile.
Sigh.
1 comment:
lovely pictures! I know what it's like to miss home. I go back to Phoenix next weekend... and I'm glad.
Snow looks so pretty... until you have to shovel it :)
Post a Comment