If I could get my hands on that fibbing Punxsutawney Phil, his precious hide would be mine.
Early Spring? Um...not here. In fact, winter has decided to get a delayed start. Two weeks ago, it was in the 60s.
This is what it looks like today:
My car is under there somewhere.
My deck. I had a path shoveled. The new snow buried it.
I have re-shoveled the path. The snow on either side is now hip deep.
The power has been off and on for the last few days. I'm reading, but not getting much blogging done.
I hope the rest of you are somewhere warm. Preferably with a tropical drink complete with little umbrella in your hand.