WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU SNOW-GO SLEDDING

We take advantge of the local sledding hill.


The weather was just right.


Everyone had a great time


We had many ways to go down the slope.


The hill was slick and hard from much use.


The ride was screaming fast.

Son Three had a snow skate

Son One brought his snow board.

Everyone took a ride or two. (There are three on this sled.)

CABIN FEVER

Icicles hang across my view


Like cold grey iron bars.
In my comings and my goings


I see less sun, more stars. (full moon over our back yard)

Outside in the silver snow is where I want to be.
Though woods are lovely, dark and deep


They're better when I ski.

Photos and poem by The Leener