Second Morning

So, the second morning here, and Rachel is already re-arranging the rooom we are sleeping in. But in keeping with the fine tradition of Minnesota, we were woken by the sound of snowploughs trundling by the main street outside.



This is the view from the other side of the house. Emmalyn told Grandma that it was winter - maybe it's still fall in Bloomington, but to the rest of the civilized world, I suspect that it's winter.