snowy sunday

Yeah, we made it to church and back, and Santa is struggling.   Hang on, Buddy.

We keep shaking the snow off him and straightening him up.  We're not sure how it would play out allowing him buried under a foot or two of snow and then trying to get him on his feet again.

These people and this dog are not struggling at all.   Sam is skipping around the yard, delightedly bouncing high in the air.

And the snowblower is not fixed.  The belts arrived, but there are other problems.  I'd better tell James to find his snow clothes because there's a pretty big driveway for us all to deal with.

Onward for now.    love you all, Momma