It's been too busy with the changing seasons. Thanks to Stephen and his fat cat 1%'ers of the tar sands and global warming, August now starts on March 15.

Girl.

Boy.

Boy.

Big Luke and his side kick Bone Head were here for March break. They managed to get in some sloppy sleddin'. Here they are leaving after happy hour and supper.

There they go.

Warp speed.

Here they go after the next happy hour.

They love their warp speed.

Checking the ice. There's a hole this big.

Trying to get the wood in while we still have some snow.

The first red wing black bird of the summer.

On Thursday we celebrated Damn Jose's birthday. Oops, there's that darn auto-correct again. That should be Dame Jose. I can't say how old she is because there is a weight class thing. Attending were DLR, DLR's wife Pat (there really is one!), Juniper, Mary, hiding behind J , Jose, Bryan, Matt, TT hiding behind Gord, Grasshopper and me.

There goes Grasshopper to visit with Louise at Bedrock. The ice is still safe. Really it is.

See?

What's missing from this picture.

Our beach.

An early morning visitor to the feeder.

If you are really determined, you can still find enough snow for sledding.

I know. I'm always telling you to connect with your inner snow man. So this year I'm just going to try and connect with my inner summer sand man.

Ahh, now that's relaxin'!

The A frame looks lonely with out snow.

There still looks like lots of snow on the dark side of the lake.

Today's not so funny. Global warming sucks. Do your bit to help. There won't even be any maple syrup this year because of the early summer. Hang in there Buddy, some of us are trying to help you out.

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