In the wintertime we go walking in the fields of snow;
Where there is no grass at all; where the top of every wall,
Every fence and every tree, is as white as white can be.
Pointing out the way we came, every one of them the same.
All across the field there be prints in silver filigree;
And our mothers always know, by the footprints in the snow, where it is the children go.
by James Stephens
These are pics of my four children back in 1996 playing in the snow. The kid stickers are some old ones from my stash, as is the pp. The snow and the lettering are handcut and inked and doodled. The snowflakes are punched and inked and doodled. TFL!!