First Snow of the Season

We woke up to our first specks of snow on the ground. One might call it a dusting.

I don't care what you call it, but I call it a wake-up call to get to work putting together my son's sled. Our old landlord found it in his garage (well, our OLD garage) and thought it belonged to us. It didn't, but he gave it to me anyway. I'm going to re-paint it and fix it up as best as I can so Duncan has a real sled to play on. It's one of the old-fashioned metal and wood sleds so it should last forever. I'm thinking of giving it a good coat of paint, touching up the slats, and seeing how that looks.

Might make a nice Christmas present for him.