It Just Keeps Coming

Snow - and it keeps coming and getting deeper.

Although cold, I keep saying, "but not like Minnesota."

Oso is not sure what happened to his path. Yes, it is still there

but unshoveled, the snow reaches his tummy. 

"Do I really have to do this, mom?" 

Yes, honey, you do. And he did. Twice now he has run to the end of the path,

found a clear spot, done what had to be done and raced back inside. He

loves to play in the snow. Taking care of business is another matter, especially

when the wind is blowing.