International mountain guide, writer, and occasional cake baker

The In-between.

I woke this morning to Max (my fiancé) lamenting the snow that was falling outside our window. Even without my glasses, I’m legally blind without them; I could see fuzzy white saucers of snow falling in our back yard. Falling, no actually accumulating on the hedges! It’s supposed to be June, spring, birds, our garden growing, limestone climbing in the sun, sunny granite cracks up high.

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