Photo Essay: Snowed in at Leah's

The new birdhouse out back lacks only a fireplace and garage.

Leah's son Paul made this marvelous aluminum impression.

Art deco baseball cap with round head beneath.

Protection from stray Samurai.

Leah's house: sideview.

Yesterday's task; today's regret.

Red flamingos love the show. Not.

OK, so yesterday I was on the way home as the snow began falling in Lynchburg and my truck's brakes thought they'd pitch a fit, so here I am on Monday morning awaiting a mechanic, looking out the window at the winter wonders surrounding my honey's house and feeling not a whit of regret. Great place to be stuck, if not by the snow then by the truck. (Home soon, though, I hope. Lot of work to finish for FRONT. My last issue needs to be a good one.)