Most days I sit around looking out the windows. Just call me Mrs. Kravitz. This huge maple tree was taken down way last summer. A portion of it fell down in a storm the week that John was in the hospital last May. It has taken a long time to chop it up and haul it off. This was the last bit. I was thinking of it as lawn art and am a little sad to see it go.
I have tried to keep the deck cleared, but the last ice storm nearly did us all in. I still have a lot of ice on the deck.
The good news is that the stairs are clear.
↑This is my spot for dumping extra snow. There are precious few places left. Underneath this snow is my set of whimsical stairs that John made me.
↑If all else fails, I can push the snow all the way into the ravine.
~The bear is buried.~
↑Snow does cover a lot of unsightly messes. This falling down fence is not mine. I would really like it gone and I won't replace it as my neighbor did. You can see the difference between the ancient fence and the new fence.
It is true that I have become a bit ding-toed walking on all this ice. I have heard that one should walk like a pigeon, but then my brother-in-law told me I should walk like a duck. Is he teasing me? Either way, I am wearing my cleats a lot.
↑There's a whole lot of ice chopping going on.
The good news about all the ice is that, when it is time to paint this spring, there'll not need to be a lot of scraping.
|~Back to looking out windows...~|
Another day, another storm, another lovely morning in Maine, she said wryly. Very.
Thanks for reading and have a great weekend!