Softly falling snow is beautiful. And there's a particular sort of not-quite-silence that comes with snow falling that is peaceful and lovely, magical and musical. We're only supposed to get a little cover of snow, not the big blizzard the girls (and, I admit I) am longing for - but we will enjoy it while it falls.
Today is school (math, spelling, grammar, the nervous system, dance practice, music), the girls' weekly club, and band rehearsal. Cramming a band of guitar, bass, drums, and vocalists in the old farmhouse around the piano isn't quite the old-fashioned sing-along, but it's fun.
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