4:19:09 PM

photo: ice tongue

Colder and clearer – tonight we’re supposed to drop into the teens.
Long, undulating v’s of geese make their way south. Tongues of
half-melted ice hang from the evergreens.

I talked to Jenny last night about how I’d like to work on our front
yard next year, and it occurred to me that it might be difficult
to make plans (or at least realistic plans) when the
yard is buried in snow. So this morning I went out and took
pictures so I’ll remember what it looks like.