When it snows, you have two choices: shovel or make snow angels. ~Author unknown
This week, we finally got one of those snowfalls like we had when I was a kid.
Back then, I’d have been happy to make snow angels and get a day off from school; today, the shoveling task falls to me.
Sigh. Adulting can be hard.
“Landon” arrived on Tuesday afternoon with plenty of rain, which transitioned to freezing rain, ice, and eventually, snow as the temperatures fell. By Wednesday evening, we’d had 4.5 inches of the mess.
Then came Thursday, when we got another 2-3 inches. Snow fell much of the day, accompanied by a driving north wind, which pushed the white stuff into deep drifts and made transportation treacherous and inadvisable. Temperatures well below freezing and a wind chill lingering below zero didn’t help matters.
But it was pretty.
This is Monkey’s first snow (well, at least the first one he remembers). And he didn’t particularly want to leave the safety and shelter of the patio:
Despite the nice tunnel I’d shoveled for him:
After some encouragement, he took an exploratory lap around the fence line before scurrying back beneath a patio table:
And giving me The Look:
But, because I know how much most of us love seeing photos from other parts of the world, I’ve captured a few to show you.
Enjoy, or just be glad it’s not happening in your neck of the woods!
Remember, the snow was blowing, so that’s why this looks fuzzy:
I got this one through a window to show how deep the snow is:
By Friday, the sun returned, though it was still below zero. And you’ll have to take my word for it because WordPress isn’t letting me upload any of the pretty shots I took.
Sigh. Yes, Adulting is hard.