Though the forecast said 1 to 3 inches followed by rain, we woke up to 10 inches of fresh snow, on top of last week's 2 feet. Once again, school was canceled; and despite the threat to his summer, Paul was jubilant. Now he can thinks he can spend all day sitting on the couch in his bathrobe watching college basketball and shrieking/groaning about his bracket. He seems to forgotten about shoveling snow. I will be sure to remind him.

Above is my ex-chicken house. Note its extravagant hat. Below is the poodle, considering the situation.

And here is the woodshed, crouching behind last week's front-end-loader piles. Not pictured: me lurching and slogging through those piles while my arms are loaded with firewood.

Dear friends who live in warmer climes: I realize you have your Lyme disease ticks and your poisonous snakes and your smog and your giant roaches and your rampant poison ivy and your alligators and such. But at least you have spring.