If you were a local, dear Reader, you would know that this is an arbor that doesn't produce grapes for either eating or fermenting.
Grape vines are ruthlessly pruned down to a few very bare branches in the wine making world.
We will regret out laziness. The supporting structure is bowing under the weight of the snow.
But RJ and I can no longer drink much wine or even eat the grapes. Our only regret will be the repairs that are forthcoming.
Under all this snow is ice. On the roads and walkways.
Itty bitty baby steps will be the norm for Ellie and my walk this morning.
Update 9 AM: There is only about a foot of snow. But the frigid temps are cancelling all sorts of stuff.