Snowflakes

It's 75 degrees and sunny in Ethiopia right now.  Here we've had the most beautiful snowfall.  We woke up to large, fluffy flakes gently falling from the sky.  Beautiful.  I raced from the backyard to the front yard trying to capture them with my camera, but just as I would start shooting in one location, the snow would stop.  The minute I walked inside, they would start up again.    Can't wait to see our sweet baby's face when she wakes up to her first snowfall.

                                      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.

                                                                         Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, from Snowflakes