All of these lines across my face - tell you the story of who I am - so many stories of where I've been - and how I got to where I am - but these stories don't mean anything - when you've got no one to tell them to - it's true - I was made for you. B. Carlile

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Let it Snow

We fled Butte this weekend as the snow came down, headed on last minute trip to Seattle. It has apparently snowed all weekend while we enjoyed the sunshine. These pics are from March, but I'm pretty sure this is what our front yard looked like over Memorial Day.




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