"Snow" is the word
We got lots of the white stuff this weekend. Today we suited up and ventured into the snow, which Bruce refers to as a "soft, white blanket." He learned that phrase from a library book. After a few snowballs and getting pulled around on the sled by me, we headed home and made bread. It takes a little longer to make than hot cocoa, but it's oh so good on a cold night.
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Hot, buttered, fresh bread? Beat that! I miss the snow. Well, I miss fun of the snow. Feels odd to be Jan. and 78 degrees, but I love the sun. I'll enjoy you guys enjoying the snow :)
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