A Dusting Of Snow

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I think homemade blueberry muffins on this cold "just a dusting of snow" evening will do just fine.

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  1. A Mother and A DaughterFebruary 13, 2012 at 5:01 PM

    Wasn't it nice to have a little bit of snow today! And a homemade blueberry muffin would have been great too! ~ Barbara

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  2. UnknownFebruary 13, 2012 at 5:20 PM

    You got that teapot brewing? Yum! Our favorite muffins ...
    Happy Valentine's
    TTFN ~
    Hugs,
    Marydon

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  3. PatsyFebruary 13, 2012 at 6:07 PM

    We got a dusting of snow with some ice on top.
    Happy Valentine Day!

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  4. AnonymousFebruary 13, 2012 at 6:52 PM

    Your kitchen view is beautiful and nothing smells better baking than blueberry muffins. Rest well tonight!

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  5. camp and cottage livingFebruary 14, 2012 at 7:39 AM

    We're getting just a dusting too.
    Now that I'm ready for spring-
    it snows! Happy V'Day!

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  6. A Colorful WorldFebruary 16, 2012 at 12:40 PM

    Pretty snowy scene out your window! Yum, blueberry muffins are good any time!

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  7. MichaeleFebruary 17, 2012 at 6:42 PM

    Very comforting photo.

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