Two days ago, Cliff took the tractor out and bladed part of our walking path. This was taken yesterday; it really made a difference in ease of walking.
Here's what it looks like today.
With the weather guessers predicting temperatures above fifty, we considered the possibility of a motorcycle ride. Cliff uncovered the Gold Wing early on, started it up, and let it run awhile.
By one o'clock, we both knew it was an impossible dream. Oh, the temperatures were fine, but we couldn't safely get out of the driveway and onto the highway.
The driveway is slush; it might as well be snot. I suppose Cliff could manage to get through this mess...
But down there's the problem, where the gravel meets the highway.
Yes, that. To the left is the top of a hill over which cars can come at a pretty brisk speed; we wouldn't want the motorcycle to go down in this spot. There isn't much stopping time once a car tops that hill. So much for a ride.
So we just stayed home, enjoyed the sunshine, and chewed our cuds.