As I sit here on a sunny day, albeit one that's still only 45 degrees, I figured I'd post my last flurry of winter photos. (Sorry I couldn't resist.) So here's to the memory of a winter past!
You know, I actually kind of think Ted misses the snow, although he rarely rolled or went crazy in it. It just had so many new smells!
Ah, yes, the days of walking the corridor of ice bounded by mountains of snow!
In memory of massive fuzz ... you know, the fuzz that I'm now brushing off almost everyday!