Picnic at the Léon lake

I hang up the phone. My mom just told me she's going out again to shovel away some snow. The heaps of snow go all the way up to the roof of their neighbour.

I check the temperature outside. Eighteen degrees. Plus. Let's go for a picnic! Flowers are blooming, sun is shining. Life is good.

By the road we find a dead nutria. It comes from South America and is sensitive to the cold here, but this one has a bullet hole in its back. I check on the internet and it says that they get nuisible because they don't have any natural predators.

Back at home I see our first daffodil blooming...