lotsa white stuff

Help, help! We’re up to our necks in snow!

Well, the big one came, and it’s just about gone.

We probably got a little over two feet of the white stuff in the last 24 hours. We’re very lucky — no power outages, no fallen trees, no high winds. Len was really in his element today. He cleared our
l-o-n-g driveway (approx. 900 feet) with his snow thrower. He was at it about 8 hours straight. Actually, he made one pass last night before going to bed, was up bright and early this morning, and then spent the entire day outside. Oh, he worked so hard! The snow was dense and heavy, not light and fluffy.


These New Hampshire people thrive on this sort of thing. But I’m thinking that after today, he’s had his fill of snow for awhile. At one point, he ran out of gas, and siphoned some from my car. Of course he did this in the basement because it was too cold outside, and consequently, our entire house smelled like gasoline afterwards. Blech.

It’s true our area rarely gets this much snow, but we were due for a snowy winter because the last few years we barely got any at all. It’s part excitement, part panic — of course people go into a food-buying frenzy, clearing the shelves and fighting for scraps like mangy vultures. I’m sure most metropolitan DC area homes are now stocked with at least 2 weeks worth of food. The other thing is the shovel run. Long lines, not enough stock to meet the demand. I always wonder about this lack of shovels in households. Wouldn’t you simply make sure you have one or two on hand BEFORE winter sets in?
 
    

And while I appreciate all the up-to-the-minute TV coverage, sometimes there is panic in the tone of some newscasters’ voices. I wish they wouldn’t keep scaring people by repeating again and again, "this is going to be the biggest one in history for our area," or "the area is going to be crippled." They like to use the word, "paralyzed," too.


Heavy snow weighing down branches.

Unlike people who are victims of natural disasters, we knew this storm was coming. There was ample time to prepare — stock up, hunker down, settle in for the duration. The best part of a big snowstorm like this is that people are forced to slow down — no unnecessary driving, no rushing to get everywhere at once. Stop, and marvel at the beautiful silence and newly transformed world of white. That’s the best part. The magic. I do like my trees with a good coat of frosting. ☺

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