I could hear Julie Andrews singing — “Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens….”
She goes on to sing, “silver white winters that melt into spring, these are a few of my favorite things….”
I realize it was more likely dew than rain on your roses. I like your photos very much Jack. You might be right though — neither of us hold a candle to Dusty. Thanks for linking her story. I enjoyed the photos almost as much as her words. :)
Thanks for playing the game with me. Snow (gulp!) photos will be next. Brrrr!