Are you sick of snow yet? Me too. Last time we were outside, we measured 18 inches. It's still snowing.
We are a living, breathing Southwest Airlines commercial. Need to get away?
Here's what we see when we open the back door:
Man-boy eating an icicle he snagged off the deck:
Here's the Adirondack chair on the deck.
I have new appreciation for Laura and Mary in The Long Winter. At least I don't wake up in the morning and shake the snow off my quilts.
Still haven't seen a snow plow, so we're assuming we won't get out tomorrow.
Be thankful ~