Okay, I will give in and say that the powdery snow that has arrived in Chicago is sparkling and pretty and, with the sun shining, the winter has become beautiful, despite the shoveling. I only hope that it holds off from getting winter-ugly until after the husband returns from his trip tomorrow evening.
New drafts have been accumulating in big, fluffy piles as well. So far, three days in, I have kept up with the February Poem-A-Day group, and I have also managed to send out a few new submissions.
February 2 lines:
February 3 lines: