Sunday Morning

Snow flurries, resulting in a fine coating of frozen Death, cover the world around me. The interface twixt ice and land is suddenly sodden as warm earth of shore meets the ice. One never trusts ice close to shore. Here's photographic proof of why.

Around here, it generally has to warm up some to snow. That's a slight reprieve on the heating system and makes working outdoors more bearable. I'll take it.

Got errands to run, so we will see you down the road a piece.