As my wife and I neared our house in Wortley Village (after enjoying coffee at The Red Roaster) I noticed the thick snow drifts on our roof.
“Like marshmallows,” she said.
["I'd like marshmallows with mine, please": photos GAH]
It’s a lovely clear day with temperatures below zero and after my column is finished I’ll head out to the shop to apply linseed oil (with a titch of maple stain added) to six birdhouses that line a small bench inside the front door.
And if time allows before supper, I’ll assemble the first model of a new design.
["Don't worry, Stretch. Ollie will soon take us indoors"]
Perhaps a bit of fresh snow (I hear some is on the way) will cover the giraffe on my deck by then, to make up for yesterday’s shrinkage.
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Have a great day.
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