The Evergreen boughs arched and flexed as the Oaks stooped and ached, arthritic under the grievous weight of the heavy, wet snow.  Conditions were treacherous.  Nature steeled itself while we were left helpless and seemingly ill prepared.   As we begin…

Like the receding tides, the snow melted to reveal a bruised and battered landscape.  The frozen ground couldn’t possibly absorb the melting snow and unseasonable rain, making for quite a soggy mess.  February is a fickle lass indeed, but she…