Walking Accessory

The boys and I walked to the Post Office to get the mail.  The postman only delivers to some of the houses in town and it's a mystery to me who gets that service.  So as we're leaving our yard he decides he needs to bring...

the wheelbarrow.

This is in our side alley and fortunately a truck had been through and Rube was able to walk in the ruts.

Reuben's mission is complete:  Candy from the Post Master.

We call him Mark.

He knows everyone's address or box number.

Here we have a sad, abandoned wheelbarrow in too-deep snow.

This is when Mom takes over and gets to carry it home.

He changed his focus to icicle hunting.

That's not a cigarette.

 Do we look like we're advertising for U-Haul?

I like the bright orange so I can find the boys easier.

And they're comfy.

And we have several of them.

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