The sun filtering downward, rays streaming through the trees.
While slowly walking southward, could feel the soft cool breeze.
Poem By Randal Vincent Berke
Thick white snow covers the front juniper trees.
Always thinking about the ones who made these.
This blanket was made by my Grandmother ~ Rose Kobley
Before starting she asked me what colours I liked.
I said any colours you choose.




























































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