I keep looking at the back yard

It's Jan.7 and it's 63 out. There's not a snowball to be found. We have the windows and screen doors open. We should be happy not having to shovel a load of snow, everybody except maybe Al Gore. Al Gore and me. I look at the back yard and see a mess. I mean Katie's getting married in this back yard in 174 days and all I see is mud. Well, mud and lots of water. Mr. rabbitt is speechless. so no help there. I seek solace in the pictures from the back yard from early July 2007. Now that is the back yard that could make garden walks.

And there's still no sight of the sun. It should show up around April.