Before I left for my art class last night, my dad opened his birthday card. Good old Albert!
On the way to class, I passed this drain in the road. Two tennis balls have become lodged in it either on purpose or by accident. Who lurks beneath the surface?
This morning frost coated many surfaces. I took Rose outside for a quick look at the many patterns provided for a short time by nature.
Mom and Rose shared some special time on the couch. I took a video, but probably the picture will do.
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