Sunday, April 19, 2009

A White Easter

The Saturday before Easter, we awoke to a snowy wonderland. We stayed in Grandma Noble's cabin in Pine Valley. I was singing Steve Rodet style while I made pancakes for breakfast: "I'm dreaming of a white Easter, with every Easter Egg I find." Snow is a rare treat for my kids. They had a great time making Grandma and Grandpa Snowman.
Nine-year-old boys love a good snowball fight.
Older kids do too.
Too precious. Parks does not like to be cold so he didn't have as
much fun as the other kids. I finally got a smile
out of him when some snow slid off the roof and
onto his head.
We went on a snow hike to find the wild turkeys
that live near Grandma's cabin. We heard them
gobbling and found lots of foot prints, but we
never saw any of those rascals.
New Easter clothes. What handsome boys I have!
We hope everyone had a wonderful Easter!

1 comment:

Rodet said...

Did you sing it with a lot of vibratto like Stever would?