It’s September 11th. A day that most people are thinking about terrorist attacks, the unity of a nation, great bullhorn speeches, freedom, liberty and hanging flags at half-staff.
Here in good ‘ole Wyoming we were waking up to this:
The three year old that lives here is pretty excited. To quote her from a couple of weeks ago: “I’m tired of sweating. I want it to be super cold, wear a scarf that covers my face and you can barely see my eyes.”
Wished granted little one, wish granted. Or maybe it’s more like: “From the mouths of babes to God’s ears”.
Needless to say, she was quite excited to see snow this morning.
I had to hold her back from putting on her snow bibs, snow shoes and other layers.
The smallest one here…she wasn’t walking the last time it snowed in April/May. She’s enjoyed some parts of it.
Convening of the hoods….
Under the trees and eves there’s not much snow at all. All the green, pretty leaves that are still on the trees is catching all of it.
As of 1pm, we had about three inches on the ground and it’s still steadily falling. We will go out and walk later this evening.
HOPEFULLY, it will all be gone tomorrow and we can get back to this for a little while:
