To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more; it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
Here's our little bit of snow. Soon after these pics, it started raining, so it turned to slush. Mark had fun in it while he could tho. This was his first time. L was upset that he didn't get home in time to play with him. I felt bad for him, cuz he truly wanted to get out there with him. (Hopefully I can put a video on here sometime. I have to figure it out first hehe. )
Made possible by Gretchen at 1:11 PM
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Yeah- we had fun with our little bit of snow. It's the first time in three years that the flakes have landed anywhere. So Justus has only seen snow elsewhere. He loved it too!
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