Winter has shown his cold, handsome face, once again, on the Western Reserve. Dropping his white dust on the glorious Magnolia, as if making snow cones to eat. How long will Spring delight in her old lover’s scrumptious treats, until she gives him the boot, another time, from her domain? When will she beg, for him to return? Like the devil in disguise, he tempts her with his sweet desserts.
On Tiffany Creek 