The Back Door

Many years ago a good friend came from Boston with his family up to Castine and we all went down for a visit. There was a museum there and some old codger was in a blacksmith's shed out back banging out souvenirs for the kids. He heated up an iron rod (with the kids working the bellows, of course) and hammered it into this horseshoe. Well we don't have any one legged horses this size, so my wife hung it up by the back porch here. I have no idea where we got the shovel.

It was a gorgeous day, perfect for skiing, though that's not what we did. Instead herself and I went for a quiet walk around Barr Hill, where we were suitably impressed with the ledge formations along the West side, above the gardens there. 

Now we're just huddled up waiting for tonight's storm which promises to bring more sleety icy rain than snow. But maybe we'll get lucky and need the shovel!