I miss you, Fall!

Hope spends a lot of time at this window; barking at dogs, barking at squirrels, barking at the weather. It's really more of a growl than a bark. But I will call it a bark because she learned it from an unruly golden retriever that barks at us while being walked down our street. We have had snow on the ground for the past couple days. Emma and Jon have been the only ice casualties so far. Both of them wiped out on our driveway. Emma was on foot and Jon crashed his bike. The only thing really hurt was their sense of dignity.