Yay! Big snow for us, finally. And yes, I turned 40 on the 16th – 40 in years anyway. (I made this in homage to the long-awaited snow)
At Shevlin Park, we walked familiar trails. Just a week ago the paths were frozen ground covered in whispy pine needle remains, now they’re blanketed in weightless crystals. We kicked up our heels, hopped like kangaroos, and dared to cross the bridge that Ody curiously would not. Welcome 40!