X Marks the Spot

It's been bitterly cold for the past few days. And then the wind kicked up and it got bitterer. And then the thermometer went down to minus 10 overnight and it was the most bitterest.

There is a rusted metal sign at the entrance to the allee that welcomes you down the walk into my back yard. It's a reminder to slow down, take it easy and relax.

Last week only the x marked where the sign was, buried in a snowbank, and there was no way to go down the walk to the back. As if you'd want to.