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For awhile I thought I wasn't going to see a single snowflake the entire winter. Yes, I know it's been snowing practically everywhere -- except where I've been, that is. Over Christmas break we went home to Paragould and it snowed in Arkadelphia. After returning to a snow-free southern Arkansas, it snowed in Paragould. You get the idea -- the pattern kept up until this week. Our apartment looks better at night, highlighted by snow.


















Someone made a snowman for me on my truck. I'm guessing it was a Henderson student (we live right beside the dorms). At least my vehicle wasn't pelted by snowballs. My wife swears she was bombarded by snowballs during a two-minute drive through the OBU campus.



















Kasa making snow cream. We are so poor that we have to wait on snow to make something sweet to eat -- thus the happy face. Or maybe she was so happy because we watched Merlin after this (yes, we have odd taste in TV shows; of course, we don't even have cable, so we watch what we can online).
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very useful read. I would love to follow you on twitter.
February 15, 2010 at 1:30 PM
Anonymous said…
Could you have picked an uglier picture? At least the snow cream was good :)
February 16, 2010 at 9:23 PM

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