My wall fell down! The plow pushed the snow. And the frozen snow pushed the wall over.

It’s not held with any fill. The wall is just the art of the stone wall builder. Truly an art. He’ll come over and jigsaw puzzle it back into place. Some time when the snow melts.

Right now:it’s snowing again. And my internal walls are falling over. “Enough snow already!” I say. Enough.

It’s that kind of day. And I knew we’d get more snow. And I know I’ll have days that are less wonderful than others.

But who wants to see their walls fall down?

This is when it’s time for me to pull out the silk. Check out those dye colors. This is the time for building future – not walls – but perhaps, wall hangings?