But soft, what sound through yonder window breaks?
It is the snow, and the sleet not far behind.
Arise, fair sun, and melt the envious ice,
Who traps us in our earthly homes, besieged by our spirited children,
For thou, her maid, art far more desirable than she.

~ My pal, Willy Shakespeare
(with a bit of Julie “spice”)

Three days of snow (and ICE!).
Sledding, hiking, exploring, snowman  and snow angel making,
baking, game playing, movie watching, wacky-song-creating.
It’s been fun.
But we’re tired.
Bring on the SUN.