The first winter storm of any significance hit yesterday. While we only got 20 cm, St. John's got 38 cm. I phoned my parents to see how they were making out and my mother says that my father just came in, he had shoveled out four cars and cleaned them off.
"Put him on the phone," I said
"Hello" he says
"Are you out of your mind, don't you realize that your almost 90 years old and you shouldn't be doing stuff like that."
"Well", he says, "One poor old fellow is 92 and then there's this old lady who's 80."
I could only burst out laughing. Maybe that's what keeps him young.
Still dark but shovels at the ready.
Himself shoveled the driveway while I filled the bird feeders.
The crows came for breakfast just before full daylight.
Stanley looking out at all that white stuff.