There is so much ice on the roof above my front door. And it's started to melt and then refreeze. So guess who had to exit the house via the back door, over a few high drifts, in her pj's, to get the morning newspaper? Next job was to axe the ice away from the front of the door. Put me in mind of the world's largest axe we saw a few years back in Nackawic, New Brunswick. We got there at dusk so the photo is a bit iffy. Just means we'll have to go back and reshoot!