Snow, snow, melt away, come again some other day. But not anytime soon.
Leave it to a three-year old to find glee in a stream of meltwater that is carving its way through a gravel path. The bane of Parks workers = hours of enjoyment for Sonja.
This was how we spent our entire afternoon walk yesterday. She kept calling it "The River". It was a grey and rainy day and I hadn't been too interested in going out into the weather, but "The River" made it worthwhile.
And after a night filled with buckets of rain and a surprising amount of snow (I was awake with Haven at 3.30am and managed to see the huge, fat flakes coming down), this incredible blue sky greeted us this morning.
But Sonja was far more interested in her stick. If you didn't know better, you'd think she was raised by Jett, not us.
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