The ice storm.
Christmas.
The ice storm.
Boxing Day.
The ice storm.
David's big run in Phoenix...
106 miles in 48 hours.
Aftermath of the ice storm.
New Year's Eve.
Happy that the ice storm
didn't leave me in the cold and dark.
New Year's Day.
Cold. Snow.
Snow storm.
Quiet weekend.
Another snow storm due.
Happy Birthday to Peter.
....
In the meantime
these little critters
seek a place to hunker.
Lot's to learn from them.
Thank you Marje for the pic.
