|snowflakes and blackbirds, from my window|
There is still snow on the ground, light flurries in the air. The streets are quiet. Seattle seems to shut down when the snow falls.
What's the plan for the daily made? First a late morning coffee, then snow-shoeing to downtown for lunch. Order packaging for HANDSworkshop, and finally today's project: a twenty-twelve calendar. Sixteen days into the calendar year, I am determined to replace the outdated December hanging on my wall.