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You may have heard that we had a bit of a snow . . . event . . . in my neck of the woods on Saturday. It was a true nor’easter . . . a blizzard . . . a bombogenesis. Take your pick. And know that whatever you call it, we got a crap ton of snow dumped on us. The official amount for my town was 27.5 inches but the drifts were significantly higher.
Of course I have photos for you . . .
Here’s Dale, heading out to do some snow removal on Saturday afternoon. It was coming down fast and furious at this point, accumulating at about 2″ per hour.
That’s the view from my kitchen door, he’s standing out by the street but you can’t even see the street because of all the snow. He was out there for about 2 hours.
Sunday was sunny but cold when Dale headed out yet again to finish the clean up. I stayed inside, doing fun things like baking cookies and bread, so I asked him to take these photos to share with you.
He took this photo looking back at our kitchen door, so he’s basically standing in the same spot as he was on Saturday afternoon.
This photo is in our driveway. My car is under that big drift to the left of the snow blower.
This is our house from the street corner. You can see that the snow drifts go all the way up to our window boxes. And we can’t open our front door right now.
Dale took these last two photos to be funny. The camera angle definitely exaggerates the height of the snow but still – it’s a lot of white stuff!
I was grateful for many things this weekend . . . our power stayed on, our wood stove kept us warm, we had food to fill our bellies, and we had cats to snuggle.
I hope you had a great weekend, too, even if you didn’t get snowmaggedon.