Some people see "winter wonderland," and yes, it is, sort of - a miniature urban one - I will not deny it.
But I see mulch.
The powder of snow is the perfect mulch for all that is percolating beneath its white blanket. And fortunately back here where only the dog - a pug - mostly trudges, the blanket stays mostly white a bit longer than what falls on the streets of the city.
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Brilliant posting!
Congratulations!!!
thank you.
enjoy.
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