Last night, the rain turned into sleet and started to stick. You-know-who has been whining about the lack of snow (one more reason Salt Lake City is SO much better than Florence). I didn't want to get his hopes up.
But this morning we opened the windows and the city had been frosted--for the first time in years. It wasn't just scrapbookers from Utah snapping photos. Jack pulled on his size 5 snow pants and his new Christmas sweater and tromped out onto the deck to make a snow"man".
It's small. But it will do.
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