My new "little" cousin, Nelson, in the sweater I knit for him last month. I think this is the last time he'll be wearing it. lol.
We went up to New Hampshire over the weekend. Got to meet up with Kim and hubby again for lunch and a trip to Patternworks. What fun but I can't believe that as many times as we've met up, we don't have a picture of us together. I'm sure it's because neither of us really like to have our picture taken but we're going to have to remedy that next time. And she wasn't lying about the snow! It's exactly the kind of snow I remember as a little girl up there. There's a picture somewhere in my grandparents basement of me standing on the sidewalk in front of the house we lived in with snow piled way over my head on either side of me. I remember my grandfather and uncles having to climb out the 2nd story window to clear the snow from the front door and the 1st story windows. As soon as we hit Highway 16 our jaws dropped as we saw the several feet of snow get deeper and deeper.
The Texas boy got a little taste of New England life as he helped my cousin get the snow off of her roof. This was after we'd just gone up and helped my grandfather clear off his workshop and garage. My 82 year-old grandfather swore to us that he wasn't going to worry about the roof of the house because he'd shoveled it a few times over the last month and it didn't have the accumulation the workshop and garage did. Yea. When I went out to take the above picture of Dan and Muria on her roof they just pointed up the hill at my grandparents house:
See the guy in the red jacket on the roof? That'd be my very stubborn grandfather. See the the yellow wood in the foreground? That'd be the fence that Joe could just step over because of the snow.
Remember this picture of Joseph that I took last Summer? This is my grandfather's garden now:
Crazy. Just crazy. I'm glad we won't be around when all that melts. What a mess.