There’s just nothing like the sound of a four-wheeler on a quiet, snowy day, is there? The soft pitter patter of the sleet hitting the leaves and the ground joins in delicate harmony with the grinding roar of the 110cc engine. Up and down, up and down, up and down the street… from 9:30 this morning when this photo was taken until 7:45 while I’m writing this post, this amazing machine, balanced so perfectly with nature, has swerved perilously close to cars on the road, to my mailbox, to other children, for almost ten solid hours… and all under the watchful eye of parents. NOT!
Sigh. Apparently age 53 is when I officially became a grumpy old woman.