We had our final harrah in the snow this weekend.  Or what we hope I pray was our final harrah, anyway.  We donned our hats and our gloves, our snow pants and snow boots and spent one more afternoon playing in the white fluff that’s graced our yard for much of this winter.

We took one last run down the mole hill we call a front yard.

We ate snow one last time.

Then we licked it off our chins.

We made silly faces for the camera.

Some of us were just cute for the camera.

And, of course, we made our final snow angel.  We hope.  Seriously…no more snow, ‘kay?

Yes, on Friday we enjoyed one last romp in the snow.  By Sunday it was 60 degrees and the piles of white fluff were transformed into black slush.  And we were outside riding our bikes in shorts.

And by We, I mean They.  I was just the chick behind the camera, taking it all in.

Come on Spring!  We can’t wait for you to get here!