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.
2 comments:
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!
I hope grasshopper had on her pick longjohns!
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