A few flurries last Saturday.
Fillet on the bar bee.
Spuds on a stick. (not worth the effort)
Look who came to dinner.
Sun set shadows.
Ready to go to town on Tuesday.
We have had one lonely junco for a week or so.
A black nosed ermine.
Wednesday morning, where's Bill's point?
Thursday morning, I think I see Bill's point, maybe.
Snow and wind.
You don't see whining.
I'd rather be blowin' snow than mowing at +28 with black flies and mosquitoes biting my butt.
Friday afternoon.
Kat and Cat tracks on the ice road.
And they were right, you'll never be bored by the weather.
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