walkies....5:30 pm

She who must be obeyed is back from Pa Duke Her

So off we go into the snizzle for walkies

Look at the poor pansies.
They were fooled by the nice weather we've had
and had their little faces turning toward the sun.
Muzzer told me they might be OK.
Pansies are resiliant.

Hmmm....no one has been here since the snow started

Guess I will christen this layer

Here we are...home at last

Reminds me of a song I once knew



Some folks like the summertime,
When they can stroll about.
Strolling through the meadow green,
It’s pleasure there no doubt,
But give me the wintertime--
The snow is on the ground--
For I found her when the snow was on the ground.

Chorus: I traced her little footprints in the snow;
I traced her little footprints in the snow.
‘Member the day that Nellie lost her way,
For I found her when the snow was on the ground.

Went one night to see her;
It was a big round moon.
Her mother said she stepped out,
Would be returning soon.
I traced her little footprints,
And I found ‘em in the snow.
Found her when the snow was on the ground.

(Chorus)

Now she’s up in Heaven;
She’s with the angel band.
Someday I’ll go and see her
In that happy land.
Every time the snow falls,
It brings back memories,
For I found her when the snow was on the ground.

(Chorus)

Drying our sweaters and coats


Drying the big pair of Bean Boots

Fire is waiting and we are in for the night.