At least not for awhile anyway. Some of us are wanting to, with the way it is looking around here. Or maybe better worded as, wishing we wouldn't have come back. When we left we wouldn't have believed them if someone would have told us that we would come home to snow... But, that's what we came home to, like it er lump it.
The snow of April 18-19
The snow that we came home to melted most of the way...
And we got back more than what was there before...
The snow of April 22-23
Dad's 230A.
Mark Kuhns's forwarder.
So much for the awning above the basement door... Well, I guess it did do some good 'cause we could still get out the door without wading through to much snow.
Even the pussy-willows got snowed on.
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