As it turns out, we did get some snow, albeit a day late. As you can see, the drifts are nearly insurmountable–we may not be able to get out of the house for weeks. (Well, OK, this is a typical Puget Sound lowlands snow, a couple of inches which, none-the-less, sends the locals into a panic.)
As you can see, I haven’t got around to putting the opening part of the hood back on, nor have I cleaned it since the final (and only!) mow of the previous year. Tractor abuse, to be sure.
After sitting for four months she started on the button, instantly. I was tempted to putter around the neighborhood, but people around here get so anxious in the snow I thought better of it.