Ice on the roof....

I spent the first few days of holidays working. Oh joy. Can't I go to class and have a break from the job I do not like? Guess not.
This morning it was -1 degrees Celsius in our front yard. 3, in the backyard. And we had ice on the roof. Now I know Canadians are laughing at me, but that's the closest thing to snow we're gonna get here. I wish Summer would come back though. I'm sick of freezing cold tap water hurting my hands, the extra pain of stubbing a toe that is already cold, the ice my Dad has to wash off the car for me ;), and that painful moment one has to be naked before showering.
I made a blueberry pie tonight too, as you can see. I'm trying to cook more now that I have a little more time. It was good, except the bit I dropped on the floor and stepped in. But of course that's gonna happen with something purple and gooey, isn't it?