Our front yard, and beyond, is covered in thick ice that resists any tool but a pickax and has been for at least one week (but I suspect longer).
No matter where you look, there is ice or snow covering ice.
Admittedly, the ice and its effects -- quite beautiful.
Still, I can't hide the fact that I am desperate for spring and, in spite of my rational self, I keep hoping that the nearest prognosticating rodent will not see his shadow.
