Coming out the back door…
I see the shovels…
but I can’t quite see the car.
Oh, there’s the car!
I check out the front of the camp…
…and trudge back up the hill…
…still trudging…
The trailer is still standing…
So is the out house (thank goodness)…
pretty….
..so pretty…
I am hypnotised by the beauty….
but…yes… must shovel…
muuuusssst shovel….
But look, honey ..it’s so pretty….
Will Spring ever emerge…?
Life keeps thrusting forth…
..though the world be covered in snow…
..does Spring sleep under the mound?
…tipping…
..this one reminded me…
…of this fellow…and I was warm for a moment…
..such lovely frosting…
…bent by winds…
…the road home…
..our drive way…
..the emptying woodshed…
..and home again…
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Lovely to look at, oppressive to live with. Fingers crossed that the lake can take all the extra snow!
Hullo Tracy, thanks for popping over.
We’ll have high water this year for SURE!
We are actually in a bay in the Kebsquashesing river. Methinks it will be a wild melt this year.
Go easy ~