Illusions

So many illusions:

• There is no snow inside the storm door
• There is no snow inside the house
• The flowers are not hanging from the highest branch of the tree
• But there is a dog inside the house looking longingly out the window.

In reality:

• The evergreens are across the road
• The flowers are hanging on the door and the branch belongs to the tree in the front yard, the front yard that the dog wishes she was in.
• And the snow, the snow is everywhere except between the storm and house doors.

Snow lumps

 A welcome fresh snow on top of a fresh snow on top of a month of snow, melted and frozen and melted and frozen again, turned black from dirt and yellow from dogs. Fresh snow - if only I could clean my house so easily.

 I wonder where everyone is going so early this Sunday morning?

Sophie's new summer retreat

 Sophie is thinking this new play tent with tunnel would be a great place for her to retreat to, store her treats, and take a nap, until such time as there is enough food dropped on the floor of camp to make it worth her while to come out and clean up the floor.  She has been told she will have to share however.

What's a dog to do?

I feel like I'm walking in a tunnel. Woof

Sophie's friends Lulu, Parker and Mary Ann

Our House, Our street, Our sidewalk

 

All this snow and a thunder storm to boot. It was an exciting evening.

It was a hard morning for mailboxes

This is an old Vermont tradition

Fortunately the guy who didn't shovel IS out fixing mailboxes.

This guy DID NOT shovel this sidewalk

But he wants you to think he did.

Something's come between us and our neighbor Chuck.

There is a 2 ft high utility box in there somewhere - we hope!