Okay, that's it. Winter has won for this year:
The edger we use for chipping ice snapped in two yesterday.
And then there's this unhappily owlish piece of garden art:
I hear it's going to warm up (maybe for good) this week -- highs in the mid to upper 30s. Which means snow, of course, since snow is what happens when it's above 20 degrees for more than a few days.
I remind myself of the historical nature of winter in these parts, as exemplified in The Long Winter by Laura Ingalls Wilder.
This ain't so bad. Though the owl may not agree.
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