With tongue in cheek, I review the past month as a "treat." Actually, I have used my snowblower more frequently than my Vespa.
Four storms versus three rides, but who's counting?
Most of December, I endured a horrible cold, so severe I thought it might be the end! But my dear wife cheered me up with the following cartoon:
Once I recovered enough to venture out, I rode down to Old Orchard Beach, scene of so many happy summer days.
There is indeed an ocean above the snow
While I rested in my misery, Kathy cleared our roof of new-fallen snow.
From the left, our eldest son Daniel, Tim's wife Meredith, Tim, Andrew, and his lady Abra