'Course, seeing as lemons aren't really in season 'round these here parts, it's more like:
when life gives you three hours' worth of shoveling of hard packed snow and layers of ice... make art.
In other news, my lower back is now wicked sore, and I can barely hold a pen in my hand to write from all the shoveling. Oh, and we met some more of the new neighbors helping them get their car unstuck from the snow(ice)bank at the front of their driveway. (Which, incidentally, probably would have been unnecessary if the son had accepted my offer to help dig out the driveway. But, whatever.)