There is sits. Staring at us every day. Mocking us even. Leaving us to look longingly out the patio doors, wishing for a different season. Whoever said good things come to those who wait never built a pool in the fall and had to wait until spring to swim in it.
The pool man says he's coming March 1st to open it for us. I imagine we'll be swimming in it even if we have icicles hanging off our noses.