When I was your age, I used to have to walk 50km in the deep snow so my mommy could get the snow tires put on....

There are no photos from the walk BACK from town, which was much less charming and involved me pulling Sagey in the sled the entire way and Silas muttering behind us.....less of a novelty, more of something to complain about.

Diminishing wood pile.....

Mailboxes in the snow

This is the lane, and river behind our house

La grange, the backside of our house, a 200 year old barn

Getting close. Silas carried his skating helmet the whole way.

Small French car, no snow tires!