When God gives you fresh snow, why not play? We got several inches of fresh new powdery stuff today, so the kids went out sledding, and after I finished shovelling the porch and sidewalk, I went to watch them. Watching ended up meaning "helping" because they chose to sled off of a steep hill. You just can't balance a sled on a 2-inch wide crest, without it sliding down before you're ready, right? So, with much sliding, slipping, and giggling, I held the sleds until they could get seated and then gave them a push. They excelled in trying to beat each other's distance records and tried to make it across the road.
Tomorrow I'm going out to take pics of the marooned ice chunks. Last week the river flooded, raising the ice, and some huge slabs got stranded on the riverbanks when the flood waters receded. Interesting!
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