This is what greeted us out our backdoor this morning.
We had to push the drifts away from the back door to get it open enough for
Mr. Scrapatch to squeeze out. Going out the front door was not an option.
The snow was even deeper against the door on the north side of the house.
Katniss claimed the table view.
Maestro claimed the window basket.
Nutmeg was still under the quilts.
The kitties were waiting for birdie-vision.
The birdies were waiting for breakfast.
Mr. Scrapatch plowed to the shed and then to the feeders.
The birdies emptied the feeders as fast as they could.
When he got to the front he was surprised to find that one of our neighbors had used his larger snow blower to cut through the deep snow at the end of our driveway and cut a path up our front walk. What a kind thing to do for us.
I helped shovel the porches a little, but I mostly stayed indoors and crocheted,
heated soup, made bread and kept the home fires burning.
It was just another day in the scrapatch.
I hope you and yours had a safe and happy weekend.
