Fleta posted her first grade photo. She was only 5. Here is mine, but I am 6. I think this dress was a medium green color. And I wonder who cut my hair as my bangs are straight. It is really cold today, but I have a warm house and am thankful that Fleta and I do not have to roam the hill for dead wood for the stove and we do not have to haul water from the old cave. The water would be frozen. So I guess we would really have to be careful with the water we used. Sometimes one thinks--O woe to me, but if one pauses just a moment we realize that things for many are so much worse. In a few days, it will be warmer. I saw Clayton did not go to school. Don't know about Hannah and Robert. My sweet Laura bought me homemade cinnamon rolls--warm from her oven--to have with my coffee. I am pretty happy today. Grandpa Renfroe would always say on a cold day--"it is colder than a well driller's ass", but I am snug and thankful. Larry put good hay in the dog houses for our sweet Feists and none are out checking the temperature today. Come on spring!
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