Tuesday, March 6, 2012


Chillin' by the Sign  
Ski Poles

Jeffrey and I skied through the orchard yesterday afternoon, pulling the girls behinds us in sleds.  Ellen sang to herself the whole time.  Then, wanting the girls to use their own legs, I suggested a walk down to the mail box.  Ellen trudged down the hill but couldn't make her short little snow-suit-covered body climb back up through two feet of snow.  I carried her on my back, and to keep us all moving, I told a story all the way home.  

Not so Sure about all this snow. . .

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