oh, yuck. . .
It may be pretty from the warmth of your living room, but the reality is it's nasty and wet and heavy as a pile of poop.
This is the view from the front porch:
This is the side of the house:
This is my feet in the snow when I took the above picture:
On my left side, the snow touched my knee. That's a lot of snow! Even if I am short!
Luckily one of the next-door neighbors helped us out with his snow blower, otherwise we'd still be out there, possibly shoveling ourselves into cardiac arrest. We got everything clear, and now it is raining to give everything a nice Magic Shell of ice. It's going to SUCK ASS going to work tomorrow, unless it gets warm.
Whenever we drive through towns like Northhampton, MA and Rhinebeck, NY, I think,"What a beautiful place! What charming homes! It must be so nice to live here, at least for three seasons. I would live here if I could just get away with staying inside all winter!" I'm not a big fan of winter, and I never really have been. My mom has said that, even as a child, I wouldn't stay out long and would rather come back in and read.
I think Ken had the right idea while we were outside shoveling:
I am so trading places with him someday.
This is my reward to myself for the shoveling I did:
Hot cocoa with a candy cane, and a freshly baked molasses cookie.