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I never did show you the pictures of the big snow and the paths Chris cut through the yard to the animal shelters. This one is from the back deck to the chicken tractor in the woods.

and the big fun it made for Lila. We had a bit of a warm spell the week after the storm, turning the pure, icy powder into ice castle building snow.

We got home from work and she was so excited getting dressed for outside, excited yet aggravated with her mother who kept asking her to stand still for just one more picture, please.

So Daddy built this awesome structure using empty kitty litter buckets as scoops. I know; she’s not wearing boots. It was a fight not worth having and 43 degrees out too. Besides, she needed her climbing shoes.

It’s still standing even after the driving rain we got a couple of days later. That just shrank it a bit and froze it solid when the temperature dropped again. Then this Sunday it rained ice for ten hours, so I suspect she’ll get to climb all over it straight through till spring.

And here was the view out the front of the house that night.

Also a few shots of the full moon from earlier that week. One thing I do miss about the old house is the night sky. Here it’s too bright, and the tallest building in Kent (the University library) is an orange-lit protuberance in our view. But we make concessions for the life we most need to live.

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