The trees in New England are still weighed down and bent over by the heavy ice accumulation that has been left behind. A walk through the woods sounds eerily like a constant, but slow, shattering of glass all around you. Small chunks of ice give way from the tall pines and come crashing to the snow's crusted surface. A fresh foot of snow has been a weekly occurrence. Now it's knee-deep in the woods and we have plenty of powder for snowshoeing and skiing. Or to simply keep a man busy with a snow shovel. At least the power is back on now (which for us means heat and water), decorations are put away and most importantly, the in-laws have packed up and gone home. Coincidently, in relation to my last point, that's also when the dog stopped puking. Thank God. I hope you all had a great holiday - now let's get outdoors.