I awoke Sunday morning and swore as wind & clouds had rolled in proving the quackery of the pesudo-science that is meteorology. After church, we rolled on over to his house, and we rode on to Narcisse. Once there, I realized that I was a terrible parent and the girls were way underdressed for the wind & 12C temperatures we had. The only good thing about this weather is that it limited the number of snakes that were out, so the girls didn't get freaked out by a bajillion of them slithery around and into their pant legs...
Oooh! Red sided garter snakes!
Frances doesn't have a soft touch, it's either too soft to keep the snake under control or too hard. It's kind of like with Margaret.
Walking Rowdy
The girls.
Love. Frances is wearing Doug's toque, and I gave my jacket to Teresa, and Doug lent me a spare windbreaker.
2 comments:
Why were you planning to be away from the beach when the forecast was for a great day? Strange indeed.
Dad
Lack of toilets & water was a major issue...
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