Grandma’s Three Minute Eggs

Snow drifts quietly reminisce last night’s storm.  The wind blows billows of white, swirling through sky, dusting treetops, tickling the nooks and crannies, crevices created in our natural world outside the windows of our homestead.  A powdered sugar topping provokes sweet thoughts of a time gone by, of food lovingly prepared and shared. This snowy morning takes me back…

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