Cold on the porch...

            My porch is snow covered. Flakes are drifting down. The temp is -11. Everything is white.

                            Lake Superior is in front of me. The wind is so fierce I can barely stand. My fingers are         freezing through my gloves.  Being on the lake shore is so cold I feel like I am in the Artic.

!/19/14

                            The baby, we all still call her that, even though she is three, snowshoeing.

                               Hazel, stayed with me while I snowshoe in deep snow on Lake Superior.

                                             The snow in the backyard is as high as the fence.