The view from the desk this morning:
It’s cold enough, and the snow is falling in sufficient quantity, that we’ve reached that magical point in the year where we have to say good-bye to our lawns until March or so. Luckily, I finished hauling in and re-stacking the five tons of pellets we had sitting in front of the garage.
Ah, New Hampshire…where the state song is the roar of the two-stage snow thrower, and the state flower is the reflective 4ft. fiberglass driveway marker.