the mane in the snow
Winter's snow has all but left the region. It might be our last which honestly speaking, is sad. We've had a great time in the snow this year. I'm not sure I'm ready to give up the snow forts, the snow shoes, the ice skates, the crunch of running through a patch of snow. This photo is from last week. The lawns and fields are green and brown now.
Brown like her hair which keeps growing and growing. I don't know how much longer we can sustain the mane. It gets tangled and knotted, then torn and split with bathtime grooming. But it is so lovely. I suppose I should capture as many photos of it now before it is gone.
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