First stop: snow angel making.
I was instructed to make one, too. He took my picture.
He swept the steps of Papa's shop, "Because that would be kind of me."
What's in here? The stick went with us everywhere after he picked it up.
Below, he's using the stick to "draw a map" to help us remember where we've been.
Since we were on my parents' farm, I showed him my "special spot" when I was a little girl. There used to be a swing hanging from this tree, which overlooks a ravine. This is the place where The Little House on the Prairie and Bread and Butter Indian came alive.
We were walking towards the creek when he noticed it started to snow. He stopped to catch a few flakes on his tongue.
We also stopped by the cemetery. He dusted the snow off my maternal grandparents' gravestone with his stick. When we were here at Christmas, Hubby had the sweetest conversation with Mr. Intensity talking about the great-grandparents he never knew. My un-sensitive child teared up and even cried. I'm teary just typing the story.
Being desert rats, we had so much fun romping in the snow. We saw so many deer tracks, and of course Lucky (dog) tracks. The pond was frozen solid so we had to stop and throw a few rocks. Presently Mr. Intensity is with Daddy on the 4-wheeler, feeding cows.