Sunday we awoke to a scene from Ezra Jack Keats’ eternal classic, “The Snowy Day.” I was cozy at a friend’s house in Maryland admiring the blanket of white over the copse of trees in her backyard.
Making Moves + Let's Write About Snow
Sunday we awoke to a scene from Ezra Jack Keats’ eternal classic, “The Snowy Day.” I was cozy at a friend’s house in Maryland admiring the blanket of white over the copse of trees in her backyard.