But I force myself to shuffle out there with the kids, for the kids.
Zach romps around like a puppy. I remember how our dearly departed Schooner-dog would leap around in the snow and dive nose first into any pile big or small. Zach was undaunted by the fact that this was merely a wet dusting. He was going to scrape every single molecule of snow up and make snowballs no matter what.
Snowball fights with the dock master and itty bitty snowmen happened even with just a thin layer.
Lovely, but no thank you.
~Wishing everyone a very happy new year!~