Between yesterday morning and earlier this afternoon, we had a snowfall of about 28 inches. It's windy, so there's a lot of drifting and it's hard to tell exactly how much. Some spots measure a couple inches more.
I guess I won't post another snowflake photo on facebook. People have stopped appreciating them and I'm starting to get some frosty commments. I guess I've had it with snow myself, but I can still appreciate the flakes.
Just how many billions of these tiny crystals does it take to blanket my five hundred foot driveway with twenty eight inches of snow anyway?
As I type, a family member is attempting to plow us out. My husband is out there helping him shovel by hand around the truck because it's that hard to get through without a utility sized plow.
See my driveway? Me neither.
Well, it's not like it's the worst snowstorm ever. It's just not as fun when you're a grownup. A couple of years ago, lots of consecutive snowfalls made for fun sliding off of the roof. When the work is done, maybe the kids will get to do that again.
Here's to appreciating the flakes:
The car window turned out to be a good spot for spotting the flakes. See that twelve tentacled one? I tried until my hands were frozen to capture one on my coat sleeve. They were kind of rare in this snow fall, and whenever I spotted one it would melt or blow away.
Warmer weather wishes and budding spring dreams!