Mum Winter has been kind to us here in western ND. She’s blown a little and called on Jack to cast some glittering frost but she has kept the snow to herself. Until a few days ago.
|I love the Badlands after a good snow flurry!|
What a wonderful day it was, large fluffy snowflakes fell—you know the kind, the romantic sort. I watched out the window as I decorated the twinkling Christmas tree in the bank lobby. Yes, a perfect beginning to the Christmas season.
|I think Swede, my lawn gnome, was thoroughly enjoying himself too.|
|Yup, snow down the pants. I really need a snow suit.|
So many memories, so much fun. I will always be that little girl catching snowflakes on her tongue and starting snowball fights. Winter will never change for me.
|My big seesters and I|