by Ashley Weeks Cart
Auntie Kimmy extended her trip to capitalize on all this snow. We spent our morning throwing snow balls for Ursa, building snowmen, and sledding in the backyard.
It is absolutely a production to live in New England during the snowy days. And yet, I wouldn’t trade it for the world. The beauty and magic of snow outweighs the house piled with soggy outerwear and the sore muscles from shoveling the driveway, (almost) every time.