Come on in…
And sit a spell.
Too cold you say? Well then let’s walk a bit.
We’ll follow that guy. Hurry up so we can catch up with him.
I see now where we are going.
To the corner of our property where there is an old limestone quarry, surrounded by barbed wire because it
is very dangerous. The one our dear son was warned as a child to never go near. The one that we found out years after he had kids of his own that he and his cousins jumped in when nobody was looking.
If Greg still lived at home he would probably be trying to ice skate on this deceivingly frozen body of water. And he would fall through the thin ice. I count my blessings that he survived his childhood.
Time to head back home. It is cold out here! And the snow is deep.
Are you next? How many inches of snow are you going to get?