Even the snow wanted to come inside . . . . . . although it may not have melted; I had no working furnace in the morning! Neal's car isn't going anywhere, as he's in Florida. My car is under there, somewhere. Our snow will have to be thrown onto the yard, as there's no more room on the strip between the two driveways. (Our snow removal guy couldn't get out of HIS driveway, nor down HIS street.) Nice little overhang; I suppose the roof should be raked clean. NOT. My fern garden . . . . . . I can't even get out to feed the birds.

THE BACKYARD IS BEAUTIFUL HERE