Not more snow

It was Sunday morning and its the time when my wife and I both take Milly for a walk. She flatly refused to leave her bed and I have to say I had a great deal of sympathy. I decided to make a milky coffee and my wife headed towards the lounge having agreed with both our sentiments. She had yet another knitting project for one of the grandchildren and asked for one as well. I looked out of the kitchen window at my pot of gold, covered and weighed down with yet more snow. I was outside for all of 2 minutes and went back in to the smell of our Sunday roast.