The first snow of winter fell today. We probably didn't pick up more than an inch, so it was as much like digging in the dirt as it was playing in the snow.
Even so, it was a perfect excuse to get out of the house. And the look on Samson's face as he watched the snow falling was like something out of a Rockwell painting.
We weren't out for very long, however, because somebody refused to wear his mittens. Repeatedly. If there's one thing I won't abide, it's a refusal to dress for the weather. [Seriously, ask my sister. I'm very concerned about people being warm enough.]
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