The mailman was never able to get through, so who is this mysterious person? He was trudging miserably up the street.
A few blocks away, our son and granddaughter were out sledding! This pic was not taken by me.
Hockey was on T.V., so there was snow both inside and outside!
Simba sat looking out the door in his kitchen chair. He turned to look at me as if to say "Not again!" Yes, again!
“He spreads snow like a white fleece, he scatters frost like ashes, He broadcasts hail like birdseed— who can survive his winter? Then he gives the command and it all melts; he breathes on winter—suddenly it’s spring!”