We have yet to see the sun in 2010, but we've seen every type of snowflake they make. Currently we are collecting the wet, cartoon snowflakes that pummel Snoopy in Charlie Brown's Christmas special. When we get socked in by the relentless white fluff, I have certain and specific cravings, namely: turkey chili, hot chocolate, scented candles, the New York Times. I also start dreading the return of the sun, and the end of the storm. I welcome a sunny day after gray, lifeless rain, but I never revel in the end of a snowstorm. Just like there is always a bit of disappointment when the power comes back on after an outage (the adventure is over? already?), I like it when the snowstorms are epic, and I can fantasize about having to snowshoe to the foodstore to hunt and gather the chili fixings.
Today we took Arden for a tour on her wooden pull-sled on the eastern prom. Here are a few photos from her maiden voyage, earlier this weekend.
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