"Snow Storms are God's way of saying you've been working too hard."

 "Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow,

Filling the sky and earth below,

Over the housetops, over the street,

Over the heads of the people you meet. 

Dancing, Flirting, Skimming along."

 

B went right down the hill and across the street because I was unable to stop him. It didn't dampen his spirits, he wanted more rides. Brandon rode with him down this hill a few more times. They raised the stakes and moved to the large hill on the cul-de-sac and went for a good long ride down the street.

My lone sprung tulip

Breaking up the snowman

'cause that's what boys do, right?

I'm done with the snow

Ian size boot print

Poppa and Granny Bug came to visit last weekend and we had to check out the swollen rapids at the creek.