Our So-Called Winter


Last year at this time, the snow pack was up to the top of the pool. This was February's last feeble attempt at a real snowfall. I love the black squirrel between the tree and the gazebo. He wasn't sure whether to stick around to grab few more seeds or scamper off into the shrubberies. He opted for the latter. But he was back later.

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