It was sunny when we got home; but the forecast was for 21 degrees that night. So I hustled around to get the rig winterized, *growl* and attempted to plug in the extension cord so I'd have 110 power. There is a patch of ice covered snow about six feet long and three feet wide across which I had to tread to get to the outlet. One step, feet above my head, and I landed on my back on top of the base to the fountain. Right kidney area. Pain. *sees stars* And it broad daylight. I am crying and boohooing.
There's more. While we were gone, the rabbits ravaged our yard, eating the bushes and even the bark on the apple tree as high as they could reach. Which was pretty high, given that they no doubt had great piles of snow on which to climb. And poop. Rabbit poop, thousands of marbles in brown, grey and black. Everywhere. Especially along the walk and in front of the main entry.
So, not only did I hurt, my jeans were covered with rabbit poop.
Well, the jeans are laundered, a good night's rest and the pain is gone, so all in all no disaster.
"Welcome home, Vanilla," I says to myself!
Top: Apple bark gone up to here.
Next: Rabbit poo everywhere.
Third: This was a full, lush evergreen, once.
Bottom: The ice-packed snow, the fountain, and of course, more poop.