The Snow Stash.

In the case that we forget what snow is, come July or so, we will have some spare snow stashed away amidst the popsicles and the pancakes.

H, could not leave the great outdoors today without bringing just a little bit inside.

And then he promptly asked me to write his name on the bag and also draw a boy.

He'd hate for anyone else to make claim on his snow.

May these be the winter days that we remember. I'd rather forget about the bad roads, the cold temps, and the icy, snowy blizzards we have so often. Instead may I remember the joy of my little boy saving some snow for another day.