Digging Out

I dug my way to the front gate to get out to visit the bakery (fortunately open on Sunday mornings). Just over a foot of snow has fallen, more than the locals can remember since 1964. The kids are having a ball. It's quiet, as there is still very little traffic on the roads. I am very popular with the birds, now that I have hung up boules de graisse (seeds and fat). As the snow begins to melt, small avalanches slide off the roof.