My pint-sized font of wisdom wrote a poem for my husband and me this morning... I mean, this is how we roll in our house: poetry before breakfast, a chapter of a novel over goldfish crackers, making up songs in the shower...
The snow falls fast
and trees sway.
My braids blow in the wind.
The squirrels wrap up in their tails.
The foxes curl up with their moms.
The smell of cocoa fills the air.
I admit I did correct for spelling---even an over-proud mama has trouble with "skwrls" for squirrels.
Thanks for indulging me. Now, if you want to read a little something I wrote, namely Three Rivers Rising---and I hope you do, especially if you're a reader of this blog---and you don't want to wait until April (40 days to go), and you wouldn't mind owning a signed ARC...get in on this giveaway over at Swati Avasthi's website/blog.
You might recall that Swati and I met and had a little Mutual Admiration Society meeting (I love love love her book Split, available everywhere) at Midwinter ALA in Boston. As much as we enjoyed each other's ARCs, we decided they would be put to better use in giveaways. My giveaway of Split was last month, and now she's got 3RR up on the block. Please check out Swati's site and say hello.
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