So in western ND, we are not used to water. We usually only have it when there are freakish rain storms that decide to actually rain more than 1/2 inch here. We all know how often that happens. But spring has sprung here; or at least it feels like it. I found a fly in the house, so I know its getting closer. The temperatures were gorgeous this weekend and the snow decided to run. Cowboy braved the slick muddy hill to get some pictures of the creek that actually has running water in it. Normally its like two muddy puddles.
Is it Santa on the roof top? Nope its my awesome hubby getting the iceberg out of the leaky gutter that drips right on our front steps. No more skating rink for us!
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