Winter fun in Moose Cove

Stella here.

My, ain't Winter pretty?

We been enjoyin' watchin' th' birds come in t' th' feeder an' seein' th' blue shaddas roll across th' yard as th' sun moves.

Up here in Moose Cove things slow down even more when it snows.

Webb, Molly's husband, 's been out plowin' t' beat th' band! Losin' his choppers t' that dog o' theirs ain't slowed him down none in the plowin' department - just on th' socializin' end o' things... an' since Webb ain't much of a socializer I guess it ain't been too much of a hardship.

Molly says kissin' a man with no teeth's a whole diff'rent kettle o' fish but by now she's gettin' kinda used to it.

They come over t' other night though, when Webb got in from his plowin' shift. He's got a couple younger fellas workin' f'r him now an' they take on the after-dark jobs.

Anyways, Molly an' Webb come over an' we all had chowdah an' set around playin' this fool game we call Fictionary where y' try t' fool th' crowd inta thinkin' you got th' right definition t' a word outta th' dictionary.

Dictionary... Fiction... Fictionary. Get it?

Webb may not be th' sharpest tack in th' box but he got us good a couple o' times cuz he's got such a sincere poker face.

Harvey, on t' other hand's as transparent as a winda. Still and all, we have a fine ol' time an' don't keep score'r anything so it's just a lotta fun.

We had such a good time 'twas nearly nine o'clock by th' time we called it a day!

Hope y're enjoyin' things wherever y' are.

I'll write some more soon's I can.

Love,

Stella