Since we've no place to go ...

Two down.

According to the brick.

Two to Six more to go. With no signs of stopping.

It has not a good year for these daffodils.

I should sneak over to the neighbors and take a picture of her blooming daffodils weighed down by the snow.

Only there's enough snow to leave telling footprints. She'd know I did it.

Although, on the other hand, the footprints would be safely buried soon enough.

'Cause the weather outside is frightful.