The first two photos were taken through the window of the Nashoba Bakery which is one fine place to have lunch. The other two look a lot like our house. But, I keep wondering, with all the glistening ice and snowy shapes out there, where are Adam’s photos?
A small collection pictures taken through my dirty truck window in Philly while Joe navigated Broad St, and late evening yesterday as Peter and I walked around the Rookery in Littleton.
On Dec 13, date of Boston’s record early snowfall (10 inches here), garage doors are on (awesome job Ryan!), and garage is christened! And, Dave plows our driveway, exactly to plan!
Matt, I measured eight inches of freshly fallen snow on our deck bench at about 8 PM. Call it a wet welcome back to New England. Joe and I will be knocking on your door tomorrow at around 1 PM. Dad
This from Matt. Unlike, or maybe having learned my lesson, that past vocab quiz Matt sent, I’m not posting my score. This one is just as much fun. BirdBrain should beat us all to a pulp.
Michael, The day before yesterday we finally got some snow around here. About a foot of lovely powder fell on Boulder county early Sunday morning. So Katie and I decided to take advantage of it before it disappeared in a chinook or one of those dratted warm spells. The County’s Open Space has a nice […]
I drove by Dan’s on my way to work (btw, Jennifer, he lives right off 2A) and on the way home.
I drove by Dan’s on my way to work (btw, Jennifer, he lives right off 2A) and on the way home.
Mike, Two months ago, Beth & I drove up to the Pawnee National Grasslands in the northeast corner of Colorado, close to the borders of Wyoming, Nebraska, and Kansas. We wondered if it was like the Kansas prairie that we drove through last January, or like the prairie that your father grew up in. It […]
I reckon there’s a Minnesotan who clicked on this link and promptly passed out. You see, Matt and I usually wait until the last minute when the only trees remaining have bare spots like clear cuts and pine needles like sewing needles. And, typically, we haven’t gotten off our lazy behinds until prompted by the […]
Where’s the robe?
My Life In Rooms