But, WAIT!! Am I being somewhat premature? The presence of old man winter is still felt, chilling to the bone. That is, of course, unless you are relaxing on the beaches of sunny California, along Florida's Emerald Coast, in the Florida Keys or perhaps cruising the turquoise waters of the Caribbean. Ah-h-h-h! Beach blankets, lounging chairs, suntan oil, basking in the warmth of the sun, diving into cool waters–—enjoyment within an oasis of calm and relaxation!
OK! OK! Back to reality. . .
Before even splashing our mental coloring books with the hues of springtime, we must endure winter’s final chill or last blanket of pure white, either Jack Frost or a dusting of snow. As Terri Guillemets once quoted, "The color of springtime is in the flowers, the color of winter is in the imagination."
So, let's put our imagination to work with some new, rather unique, visions of Jack Frost.
Jack Frost invites you into his lair. . .
HI Sharla,
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