We’ve got heavy, soggy, dangerous snow last night. It’s very pretty but the reason I’m late posting this morning is because I love pushing snow around, especially if I can get out there before the snow blowers. Amid the silence I heard jays calling, and chickadees, and the heavy crack of a tree breaking. Now it’s just the roar of two-stroke engines. The snow has started falling from the trees since it warmed up. It’s making a mess where I just cleared the walks, but it’s taking the weight off those limbs and wires, so I can’t complain.
I think we got away with minimal damage to our property, though if the city trucks come by one more time and plow in our drive with two feet of chunky slop, I’m going to be mad. Ah well, what you going to do?