If I say it’s *the* Nor’easter of 2014, does that mean there won’t be another one?
Blueberries:
Garden beds:
In the morning, you could still see the redwood chairs:
Remember our summer dinner parties?
8:30 a.m. and it was up to the threshold out back:
Yeah, redwood chairs are covered:
After a bit of shoveling:
Where are we going to put it?
Sam is “helpin”‘ by shoveling snow back onto the pathway:
Please. No more. Thank you.
