I hope it isn’t tempting fate to call this remarkable winter finished and share some images from it.

A grapevine runs along our walls; its little grapes were encased in ice before the last starlings in town could harvest them.

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Hooded crow in snow.

Swans walk along a frozen waterway, searching for a break in the ice that isn’t there.

But for a dog it’s just more room to frolic.