It happens every year. I like winter, I really do. I look forward to snow, and the cold is fine with me too. Many don't like it or say they don't, but that's me.
However, come about mid-February, I weary of it, for once we get snow-covered around here, which usually happens by the end of November, it stays for months. It doesn't matter how many warm spells we have or how many rains, the snow sticks ... and sticks.
It will stick here for another month or even longer.
And we are expecting a major fall today.
This year, due to health and commitments, we haven't been able to get to the cottage where we can really enjoy winter.
Just in case you don't believe me, these are all recent February photos around our little front yard.
The kids began to dig a fort ↑ or hollow in the snow. I have done this for them in other years, but they started it this time.
But it was so icy underneath ↓ that I decided to help dig it lower.
You can get an idea of the fort's depth in this ↓ shot.
A few other photos.
↑ Kids are tenuous heading out the door because the top layer was an inch or more of ice. They didn't have the strength to get clear the heavy and hardness of it, so I helped out.
↓ Danica had slid down the icy slope from the lip of the fort. Meanwhile, JJ is either jumping in or climbing out. The latter, I think.
Finally, directly across the street, is the neighbourhood fire hydrant. It helps to have that arm extender in winter for easy finding if needed.
Okay, the kids had fun, and it looks pretty enough, so I feel better already. Bring on the next storm.