Used to hang tissue paper snowflakes in the front window today. I'm still feverish from my bout of flu this weekend, and think that perhaps there are enough snowflakes outside, but my daughter is adamant. We have 20 to put up. I think the window can't possibly hold them all. She finds room. And she is right - the view is prettier when glimpsed though a window of cut tissue paper. And I am still feverish, but have been reminded again of the way simple gestures can transform a space.