Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow.
Author: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
This is a picture of Larissa a couple weeks ago outside her daycare. It was softly snowing and she was catching snowflakes on her tongue.
I love the new Cricut Design Software. After only a couple minutes of tinkering with it, we were cutting to our hearts content. The snowflake/swirl is one single piece cut out on the cricut.
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