This winter was arguably the worst in Boston’s history. A total of 8 feet of snow took its toll on the roof, the gutters, and tree limbs. While workers replaced 55 tiles on our slate roof, Jeanine and I gathered and burned off all of the downed branches from around the yard. Today is the last day on which a permit can be obtained to legally do so. There is something very satisfying about completing such a task although I am sure my sore muscles will inform a different feeling tomorrow.