So far outside the box you can't even see the box from here.
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Last Gift of Winter
The last snowstorm of the winter left about a foot of new snow. Thanks to the town plow, I have 2 – 3 foot snowbanks. The dog thought it was fun. She got buried in snow about three times because she thought snow shoveling was an elaborate game of snow catch. She'd chase the flying snow only to get buried by the next shovelful.
Glad someone was enjoying it.
After lunch I'm heading down to my daughter's to shovel her out. She's coming home with the new baby today, so she'll need a cleared space to park. Of course, I wouldn't even be here shoveling if it wasn't for the new grandkid. This time of year I'm normally in the sunny south. Good thing the little guy is cute.
I live in an area of NH known as the Great North Woods. I'm in my dome-i-cile out in the county with my lovely wife and a varying number of family and friends
-part red neck, part hippie but all country. Experimenting and enjoying the adventure of life.