OK, I'll admit that I was wanting to see a little snow this season. That's what living in New England is all about.
But after struggling this morning with hours of chipping through the solid inch of frozen sleet that capped the remaining five inches of wet snow, and then shoveling several tons of it, I'm ready to call it quits on winter.
It was fun, but I'm officially done now.
Our house this fine St. Paddy's Day morning.
Joyce takes a moment to yell at me to "stop taking pictures and get back to work!"
Uh-oh, the plow just went by again and deposited another two-foot wall of slush at the bottom of the driveway. Dang!