Good Morning, Trisha. "Two furry little architects padded around their snowy masterpiece, giggling in tiny meows as they pressed a carrot into place. By the time they were done, the snowman was smiling proudly---mostly because the cats insisted he looked purr-fect."
They say 3 days of rain and then they change it to 2 days and today they say only on Christmas day. I'm sure we'll get some not sure which days. Love the rain not the flooding. Big hugs Kiddo!
Happy Winter solstice, Trisha! This poem, probably familiar to you, takes place on "the darkest evening of the year." That would be tonight! :) Hope you are snug! :) xox
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