Signs of spring

My steps are covered in ice humps and my LP wall furnace is burning through my retirement stash at an astonishing rate, but I have hope.  On my rounds today, I saw this wonderful sight.  Just in case you can’t read the sign through all that white stuff that was swirling around, or don’t believe your eyes, Sonny’s is opening on Friday – and there will be fresh whitefish.  I know, I know – I told you they weren’t coming back until March.  I think they missed us.  Yee-hah!