Aren’t these pretty? These are my snowshoes.
It all started like this.
The snow was pretty.
My little dillys seemed to be OK.
Then it got ugly. I had to trudge through the stuff. And there was no where to hide. Not even under this tree.
Oh boy. This ceased to be fun a while ago. My new snowshoes are starting to get the best of me.
Geez. The peeps can’t keep up with all the snow clods on my skirt and between my toes. Ouch.
I was having such a good time in the snow yesterday. Then, this happened. Grrrrr.
Thanks for the ride, peep. I don’t think I could have made it another step. What would I do without my peeps? They kept saying things like, “He’s such a good sport,” and, “Hope his little feet are OK,” and “Don’t worry, I’ll give him an elevator ride back home.” To which, I say, “Sweet. Thanks, peeps.“