It's true. It happened. We woke up Sunday morning to find a whiteout on our front porch:
So strange how the "white stuff" only hit our house. Guess we're the only lucky ones. I must admit, it is a lot easier to clean up than the real white stuff and not nearly as chilly.
This good fortune fell after we returned home from a bonfire we had for the youth group. It was much chillier this time around for this bonfire, and we had a lovely view of one of the lakes, with a full moon rising above it. We ate and ate and made S'mores, a bonfire must. Some of us revisited younger, more flexible years.
Our pranksters struck after we were home, snug inside after enjoying the crisp night. There are no owners to the deed, which is fine with us. We'll just harbor our own suspicions and plan our retribution...
A quick note about our four legged friend across the street. My mistake, it is a girl! Her name is Roxy, and we made contact over the weekend. She brought yet another friend over to our yard while the girls were over decorating cookies, this time venturing all the way up to the porch. She has yet to bring us anything this week although, she did stretch out for a while this morning in the sun at the edge of the yard.
Today I am thankful for my sister. Happy birthday, Les! Can't wait to see you this weekend.