This heavy wet snow made short work of the deck canopy. I was standing under it a few minutes earlier taking the pictures of the birds in the previous post. I would not have been pleased (not that I am) if it had been my head supporting it now. The real tragedy is the broken pottery churn you see on the deck. Unknown maker but well over a hundred years old. Its mate on the other side escaped. It was cracked so I guess it was its time.
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