#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller

The Perfect Snowfall

Fat, fluffy flakes, drifting down from a gray-weighted sky….
gracing the ground…

And melting away later in the day. :)


This is the perfect day.

Perfect for writing a chapter of “Austin”.

Perfect for brewing up a pot of soup.

Perfect for knitting another panel of wool, to be turned into felt and used later, in some project I have yet to decide upon. I have lovely ribbon yarn, to go onto the beautiful wooden loom I bought from Jennifer at CraftSanity.com.

It’s a day. I’m here to live it.


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