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!