Day 4.077: An infectious sense of hopefulness...

Just before I left for my Far Eastern adventure, we rebuilt the snow fort and once again it looked quite grand:

By the time I got back - it was barely visible:

And by Friday, it was about to disappear (along with most of the snow in the yard):

But that wasn't enough for Exile #3 who decided that she would literally take matters into her own hands to hasten the arrival of spring. She spent quite some time laboriously tearing chunks of snow and ice from the banks to spread it out and therefore ensure it melts more quickly.

Of course, temperatures have barely been above freezing since then which doesn't help.

In any case, here's the real remedy for all late-winter ailments - it's pop pun 118 ...and prayers for spring.