by Renee

Snow1 The white stuff is upon us over here. It snows so rarely in England and when it does, everything somewhat grinds to a halt πŸ™‚ I love the quiet and the stillness.


Bea is less than impressed with the snow. She touched it then looked at me and the snow strangely and quizzically. She refused to touch it again from that point. I also took her out in it, hoping we’d go for a walk, but she refused to budge and just wanted to be picked up. It was all pretty funny. I’m sure she’ll grow to love it in time.

Have a lovely weekend πŸ™‚