By making angel wings you know.
We'd lie so still with arms up high,
In snow that was so smooth and dry.
Then through the snow, all white and deep,
Our arms so carefully we sweep
Until our hands o'erhead we bring,
Each arm has made an angel's wing.
Then up we rise with greatest care,
Not to disturb the images there,
And gaze with wonder at the row
Of angels in the snow.
(Irma Sanborn)
They say you're as young as you feel and yesterday I felt like a kid that needed to make a snow angel in all that fresh snow. Of course, being young in spirit is different than being young in body...my angel was much wider and deeper than I remembered from days gone by and getting up from that position without disturbing the angel was alot harder than I remembered too :-)
I couldn't get the the dogs to play "fox and goose" but they sure did enjoy running through the deep snow. In fact, to quote Jeff, I would say they are "the fastest runners in the sixth grade".










