Frozen lemons

Winter is here, been here for a few months already, and everyone is feeling a little goofy.  They call it SAD (seasonal affective disorder) but I call it DSOW (damn sick of winter!)  This tree is frozen solid, -25 when this pic was taken,  I would have taken more pics but my camera froze, no joke.  One amazing thing was last weekend in Presque Isle the European sport of biathlon came to our neck of the woods.  The IBU biathlon came to a local cross country park, the Nordic Heritage Center,  for a one of their scheduled events.  It was amazing to see some of the best athletes in the world in our little town.  

But here are the sad results of winter here in Northern Maine.  Little Brenna has taken it the hardest.  So, what to do?  Well, use the shavings from the chair work to have a cookout!  I load the barrels onto the tote sled and take them to the burn pile,  and then we have a cookout to beat back the winter blues.  Doesn't make winter any shorter, but when life gives you lemons, you forget them in the garage, and they freeze  and...., well, then they are frozen, that doesn't make any sense.

Try that again, When the chairs give you shavings, build a fire and make s'mores, even if it is only ten above.  They're just as good, a little hot chocolate, perfect.  Take that old man winter!

See, works like a charm...

 

Forrest doesn't care, just give him a stick to chase.