Monday, November 29, 2010

white fields

White Fields
In the winter time we go
walking in the fields of snow;
Where there is no grass at all;
Where the top of every wall,
Every fence, and every tree
Is as white as white can be.
Pointing out the way we came-
Every one of them the same-
All across the fields there be
Prints in silver filigree;

And our mothers always know,
By the footprints in the snow,
Where it is the children go.
James Stephens in Bedtime Rhymes

I think this is about the cutest ever snowman, Rebe called him Bill.

He looks like he's peering into the sky to see if there'll be anymore snow.

Benny discovered a great game, rolling ever growing snow balls down the hill and jumping on top of them as they went.

weeee over he goes!

And while we were doing that...

Joa stayed in and practised being grown up!

1 comment:

  1. oooh, snow in Ireland! How I would love to be there with you! Our snow is now gone. . .but we'll have more I know.
    What a sweet puddle of chubby baby Joa is!
    I love Bill the snowman- trust Rebe to come up with something so cute and clever!