There is still a foot or two of snow on the level. Our narrow entry yard has more, up to five feet of wet lumpy mounds of the stuff, the result of the combined efforts of the city men with their small alley plow and ol' Gunnar with the snow blower, piling it up from opposite directions. The streets are a complete mess of steel gray slush. I love it. It was in the high 40s yesterday, still warm today. The last of winter is slowly being dealt with. If history is any indicator, we have at least one more sticky snow to come, but I think it's pretty much over.