We missed the bus today.
The buses made their way up the hill,
but we were snowed into our little neighborhood.
The buses made their way up the hill,
but we were snowed into our little neighborhood.
It's hard to feel bad about spending a leisurely morning waiting for the snow plow. It's especially hard not to enjoy the fresh snow when there are sights like these
just outside our windows.
How can anyone deny the remarkable beautyof a fresh blanket of perfect, white snow?
1 comments:
You took the words out of my mouth! I really felt that way too, I was almost a little disappointed today wasn't a repeat! (almost)
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