I walked on down toward the beach, admiring the frosting of snow on the maple leaves.
Someone once said you know you live in the U.P. when you have to shovel your lawn before you can rake it. Too true!
My feet were beginning to get cold and wet by the time I made it down to the beach. The snow here made interesting patterns on the sand.
It made me think of a dusting of powdered sugar. Which reminded me of the gingerbread I had made yesterday........ My Great-aunt Hannah's recipe, and an old family favorite. I made some coffee and we feasted on our treat. Now there is....those who loathe puns stop here...
'S no more gingerbread!