It could also be called
The Winter That Would Not End.
Either way, I'm sick of it.
Much like these deer are probably sick of it
(they've been eating bushes and shrubs like mad)
so Big E and I are packing the car
loafing the 3 dogs (one of which is a car barfer-yay)
and heading south.
I'm anxious for some homemade ice cream from Short Lane
(I heard they opened today for the 2014 season)
and some time at the beach.
Even if my favorite tree is gone
(which it is, sadly)