We three stood huddled around the burners of my stove. Watching 20 boiling eggs and 10 frying. It was snowing lightly now, almost hail. The ground had a thing frosting, but the mountains surrounding were white as English nobles. Last night the grocery store put us out an Easter egg hunt, with many goodies to go along. We scavenged over 60 eggs, premixed salads, pre-sliced fruit, Naked juice and snack packs. Now after our 12 pound dollar/pound ham and our bread Jack pot last night, we are fit to eat like kings. Well, cheep kings, but kings none-the-less. Tuesday morning, now, is hot and clear, from my vantage the Buttermilks near 2 feet of snow is receding at a generous pace. After a forced rest day I feel good to go and with a Thursday forecaster 72 Fahrenheit, we'll be back, "home" as Val calls it, in the Buttermilks soon enough.
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