Steve Garfield videoed them.

A tree in the Public Garden at sunset.

The Globe reports a special city crew today removed:

220 milk crates, orange cones, lawn chairs, recycling bins, and other random objects that residents were using to stake claim to parking spots.

This is not South Boston. This is my street in Roslindale, where the folks across the way seem to add a new cone every year:

Jody, who took the above photo today, reports that that rule is: If you see a bird like this on a day like today, by the time you run upstairs to get your camera with the zoom lens, it will have flown away. She also has a request for her readers for when summer rolls along.

Dick Albert educates us:

... Sleet is small pellets of ice that bounce as they hit the ground and the ice pellets do not stick to objects. Freezing rain is liquid that falls as drops and freezes to objects upon contact. ...

And magically removes everybody's space-saving crap, Jason reports:

... It was borderline surreal.

There were tons of unmarked parking spots AND still some snow on the ground. ...

Escapes with just a glass sliver in his eye.

Kirk Williamson's video, above, shows his commute this morning from Cape Ann to Beverly. Not the most exciting thing in the world once you realize he's figured out how to drive down 128 in the snow while holding a camera and so won't be sliding off the road - until the last 15 seconds or so, when you will see something that will make you burst out laughing because it is just so ludicrously absurd.

Michael's train into Boston on the Worcester line was more than two hours late yesterday - which includes 90 minutes just sitting on the tracks in Newton:

We're told the train's breaks can't handle the cold, cold temperatures of a Massachusetts Winter. Eventually, a later train has to push us into South Station. ...

Dan Miller also spreads the hate for the Misguided Bureau of Transit Anarchy (and let's not forget the Make Believe Commuter Rail):

... If I ran my business this way, I'd be out of business. ...

Sure, the fact that the West Roxbury Parkway was wall-to-wall car from the VFW Parkway to Putterham this morning was annoying, but that was nothing compared to a) getting to my car from our front porch and b) getting from my car to the front door of our office. The office parking lot was particularly bad because it looked like it had been treated (there was some dirt scattered here and there) but it really wasn't - thank goodness I parked behind an SUV with big-ass door handles to grab onto when I started losing traction. How was your commute?

Tim Jarrett reports:

... I put my boots on, put on the dogs’ collars, and stepped outside. Two steps down the brick walkway and then… the dogs pulled me down the sidewalk like I was on skates. Oof. ...

Jody reports on some trash truck ballet outside her window:

This morning I was rewarded with a trash truck ballet, in which two different trash trucks slid and skidded and basically had no control. Ya, it's slippery on my street. No sanding again, which is nice. Eventually the truck that slid past the end of my street was able to get itself turned around before the other one almost took out a small snow bank. Eventually they just parked the two trucks and all stood in the street talking, probably asking themselves if it was really worth it to come in to work this morning. ...