Thursday, December 27, 2012
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening...
Well, not exactly. Unfortunately, down in the South, we don't get much snow, so my title should be more like "Stopping by Woods on a Brown Winter Morning..."
Not as lovely and poetic, eh?
This morning, Daddy, Lillian and I went for a bike ride on a local river trail.
After eight miles up and down hills, Daddy informed us that his legs "felt like spaghetti noodles."
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