Winter began for us over a month ago. The days of Grandpa's funeral gatherings were wet and white.
There was even enough snow to build a snowman, which lasted a couple days before drooping away.
Only one big van got stuck in the snow at the cemetery, but the wind was frigid. My cousins' babies were well-bundled as we crowded under the tent for a special time around Grandpa's grave.
I spotted my wool mittens on two cousins waiting to be casket-bearers. :-) |
And the snow kept falling...
Thankfully the hardy kale was still waiting to be picked after the snow thawed.
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