One of our neighbors complained that you can go 50 miles in any direction and run out of the snow. We really know that we are blessed, because it's that melting snow that sustains this little farming community when summer comes, but when the days continue gray and stormy, or gray and foggy, it's a little hard to find the light. As Mark Twain said, "Everybody wants to have something done about the weather, but no one does anything." (Or something like that.) We got above freezing yesterday - remarkable!
"The earth is the Lord's and the fulness thereof; the world and they that dwell therein." Psalm 24
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
"Where the Skies Are Not Cloudy All Day"
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Oh brother deliver me
Deliver you? From what?????
How many inches of snow are resting on your picnic table. Ron looks good all bundled up in his winter coat!
Is Dwight saying that he doesn't really have anything to complain about afterall?
I'm not sure, but until he comes back to revisit his comment, I won't understand it. We didn't measure the picnic table. Even with the warmer weather, it still looks like quite a mound.
A picture is worth a thousand words. I had no idea you had that much snow. How long do you think it will take to melt all that? I think what Dwight means is that he is glad to be in "sunny" southern Utah.
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