Transported

It has been over three weeks since Sylvia hosted a sledding day for her Sunday-school class, their siblings and friends.  We enjoyed it a lot.  The children had a lot of fun and ended their time outdoors by making snow sculptures.  Their art works remain as they were that day.  (Since then, air temperatures have not risen above freezing.)

Every time I look out the window, I see their handiwork on display.  In seeing those objects, I am transported to other places.  For instance:

This sculpture takes to Egypt

This sculpture takes me to Egypt

Then it’s on to Europe

Next stop is France

Next stop is France

Then I come back to this continent and country (USA)

This reminds me of George Washington

This reminds me of George Washington

Now I have to wait another 49 weeks for the next sledding party.  It’s going to be fun.