Another day, another six inches of snow to report. It's been in the very low 30's, with a little sunshine, a few snow showers, some wind, and there's just a tinge of spring in the air. We aren't without our difficulties, though - our neighbor, Henretta Splain, didn't quite make it up our driveway this morning, then lost focus while backing down and ended up in the snowbank. Having been in exactly the same spot a few weeks ago, I could sympathize, but I couldn't resist taking the pictures . . . that's Fred and Jamie coming to her rescue.

The Morgan's place is picture-postcard pretty on a day like today. They were plowed out a couple of days ago, but we've had quite a bit of snow since then.

Along West Shore Road, there's plenty of snow, and we're all moving it out of the way as best we can. That's Diane Rossi with her snowblower, and you can see what a nice job she did. Jamie pushed the snow out of Bills parking area at camp, so we're all ready for the next round of "snow flurries" promised Monday and Tuesday.

The snow doesn't bother the ice fishermen. These four were out there all day in front of Homer's camp. Here it is, late afternoon, and as I look out into our back yard, snowflakes are beginning to drift lazily down - big ones, like "sugar snow", and the wind is swirling them about so most of the big spruces on our hillside have disappeared into the gray-white of the winter sky. It's time to put the kettle on and throw a log on the fire. It's going to be another snowy night and there'll be more snow to move tomorrow.