"In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold"

—Tennyson

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Monday it snowed and while that meant hot chocolate and sitting by the fire for me, Isaiah was determined to play outside. He let himself out in the backyard and tried to make a snow angel in a fourth of an inch of wet snow. He came back in rather wet but happy.

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