A week after the mother of all blizzards, we are still covered by a nice white blanket up here in New England.
We’ve had lots of rain and several warm days, but the snow is so deep that we still have about half of it left on the ground.
Some of my elf totems are poking their heads above the drifts, but the flamingo totems remain totally buried.
Eat your heart out , all you warm-climate dwellers: this is what you’re missing….. This stuff might hang around till Easter.