Sunday the heavens were confused. Between trips to sweep the satelite I shovelled slush and fretted over the flood in my new window well (all stayed dry inside :).
But, Monday morning Mother Nature had made up her mind to make things pretty again. This is what greeted me on my daily morning trip to the dog potty.
Our willow tree hung about 3 feet lower with the weight of the slush, ice, and snow.
