On Friday, we woke to fresh snow. I took a few pics from the vantage point of my porch.
When we lived in Maryland, there were long stretches of times when I would walk every single day – no matter what – even if it poured buckets of rain. Those were the days when I was dedicated. I’d find my old, squeaky walking shoes that were reserved just for the rain, BUT I never, ever walked in ice and slush and snow. I tried only once and it was way to treacherous. It was asking for a broken something or other. So I watched and waited as the guy in the first photo below jogged (slipped and slid) his way around our cul-de-sac. He never did fall… at least not while I was watching. Good luck, buddy!