The Whiskey Jacks are getting friendlier.
A sun dog yesterday morning before the little snow storm.
Grasshopper making a snow angel.
On Saturday I tried to go across the lake on the snow machine but I hit some slush and decided to wait a couple more days. Mr. Slate did bring our mail across. Two reasons that this was possible, 1) No one would miss Mr. Slate, 2) It wasn't Mr. Slate's sled.
looks like grasshopper is having fun re-living her childhood. now, was SHE allowed to puddle jump when she was little? please tell me that not everyone was so deprived, like you and aunt margaret!
ReplyDeleteI hope grasshopper had on her pick longjohns!
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