There is still most of a mountain of what could be termed "snow" over in the Cub Foods parking lot. The blackness it has acquired from spending months next to cars in constant motion makes it hard to remember its roots are in that fluffy whiteness that fell from the sky. The melt-puddles *are* super-fun to drive through, though.
This almost-mountain is what I hope is all that is left of the Winter. I am ready to go dig dirt in other peoples' yards! To build rain-water collection systems! To open the windows! To fire-up a forge!
Yeti has been taking the wraps off the metal shop. We got out and got some glow-y metal under the power hammer, knocked the rust off the anvil faces (there was hardly any, thanks to many loving coats of WD-40,) and started in on refreshing the hammer callouses.
It felt so good.
