Niko and Orson

We had a couple of visitors here in New London and in New England over the last few days . . .

. . . Storm Niko . . .

Welcome, Niko. C'mon in.

. . . and Storm Orson.

Actually, Orson, we didn't invite you.

 
Niko shut the world down and everybody got out there and did their wintery thing:

The cutest snow blower in all the Land.

That's our street. And that's our car down there on the left. See it? Past Patti's house and George's garbage can?

 The poor rig was absolutely buried . . .

. . . and then the plow came.

I thought for sure she'd live safely under there until Spring . . .

. . . but then Mistah sent me photographic proof of his singular, Herculean efforts . . .

. . . which he justly rewarded with luncheon . . .

. . . served by you-know-who . . .

. . . and then we took the bus home. We sat in the back row like Lord and Lady Muck and had ourselves a Time.

But wait. We had another visitor over the weekend, too . . .

Between Niko . . .

. . . and Orson . . . 

. . . we had a warm, welcoming visit from our old friend Full Moonie.