My celebration of spring may have come too soon. I walked out of church today to find Rexburg transformed. Gale force winds,
blur of snow, and white drifts carved into odd shapes...
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The view outside our front window: I could hardly see the house across the street.
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The camera doesn't capture the wind and snow. I wish you could see the neighbor's tree flailing violently. It looks so wild in the wind. I guess March does come in like a lamb and out like a lion!
1 comment:
Oh sadness! I won't tell you what the weather is in Gilbert. . . it would just be depressing.
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