Fishing with my dad ~ circa 1971.
I wish it were fishing weather. Woke up to the rumbling of thunder this morning. Forecast promises that the rain that has fallen all day will turn to freezing rain (maybe it's freezing already, I'm not going out to check) and later to snow.
Yesterday, the kids and I ran errands on bikes...
I don't care what the groundhog said - I'm done with winter. I embrace the change of seasons...now it's time for change. Maybe, like the groundhog, I'll just sit here in my hole another six weeks.
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