Friday, January 16, 2009

Brrrrrrr again...

"Where did Timber go?"
"Where are you, Timber?"

"Maybe if I just hide my head here, he won't see me."
Later in the morning, Timber was only out for a minute, but he loves to rub his face in the snow. Poetry class was "a go" for today and so I did go. Late, but I went.


2 comments:

Uta said...

Timber! Get out of that snow! Its way too cold for your old bones! Brrrrrr, its making me shiver.

Doris said...

Oh...to have time to roll in the snow!
It's nice to see the old ones recall memories start their engines!