
It would have been easy to get on a bib jag but I managed to stop myself before it got out of hand. Only made two.
It has been warm-ish lately and the ice on the patio started to melt. I decided to help it and have been chiseling away at the edges with a shovel. Today I lost patience and attacked it with a sixteen-pound sledge hammer. That worked great, both to break up the glacier and vent a little bad humor.
Hey, Ann, click on the picture and you can see a bit of the vole trail in the grass in the background. Drives Dad nuts.