Yep, that's my baby, standing up where he can touch the roof. It's January 8, and it's a whopping 46 degrees at 4:00 in the afternoon. I haven't burned a stick of wood all day, and my kids are playing outside in T-Shirts. Brian and Dustin don' even have ski pants on, I'm guessing Brian will change pants when he comes in, he's drenched.
For those of you who read this and are not in Maine, I should clarify the snow is only so high because my husband shoveled it off our roof. He likes to ensure I can't see out my windows. He knows how much I like the sight of snow.
This is slightly more indicative of our actual snowfall.
Our Christmas tree has been re-purposed. We like to think green here.
Our mail box. The town did actually come clean it out for us after I took this photo. I mean clean the snow from around it, not plow it into oblivion. They've done that to somein our area. It still tilts back like that, I have to reach down in for the mail. No changing it now, it's frozen in solid for awhile.