After a warm bowl of homemade butternut squash soup (courtesy of Joe) and promises to myself of more snuggling while I edit photos, I put on my galoshes and headed outside to the cold, cold, bitterly cold outside.
There's something about a day covered in white fluff that feels nostalgic to me. What's your favorite snow-related memory? Mine is when my dad convinced me to sled down a hill backwards when I was around 11, and I slid right into a ditch at the bottom. All caught on video, thank you very much.
I, most unfortunately, convinced my sister Mary to stick her tongue to a light pole in our pack yard. We got hot chocolate afterwards. I also got in trouble.
ReplyDeleteThat's "back" yard.
ReplyDeleteThese are really lovely Julie (and I like the rounded corners)!
ReplyDeleteYeah. A great set.
ReplyDeleteColleen, hadn't you ever seen A Christmas Story?! Actually, I didn't see it until I was probably 12, so I can see this happening I guess. WAIT, did you do this KNOWING what would happen?
ReplyDeleteBoots picture is my favorite.
ReplyDeleteI like the boots best too. Good job, Julie. You didn't eat any yellow snow while you were out there though, right?
ReplyDeleteIt's not that I KNEW what would happen - I mean - I had heard that it MIGHT happen. It was for science!
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