Sunday

Despite being so sunny it's rather chilly outside.

Thanks to neighbour Gary, the boat is launched.  But Dad doesn't want to start it just yet because:
 a) the battery is dead and
 b) he doesn't want the water cooled engine to freeze.

The ground is warm though and the little stream running through the woods is drying up quickly.

On our walk through the woods this morning I couldn't help but think about the Robert Frost poem with the lines:

Whose woods these are I think I know......

......but he won't see me stopping here to watch his woods fill up with snow.

And that's exactly what's going to happen.

Check out our weather forecast for Monday and the amount of snow we're supposed to get.