The White Stuff

Judging from the picnic table in our back yard (one of the few things that I can see both the top and bottom of to properly gauge depth), we’ve gotten nearly two feet of snow in the last twenty-four hours. And it’s still coming down. Hard.

Looks like it’ll be time for the annual inaugural firing-up of the snow thrower, as soon as it lets up, or we’ll never get out of the driveway. On days like today, I’m very glad that my commute is so short. 😉

I’m also insanely happy about our relatively-new house, specifically the garage. I had to go out last night, and for the first time ever in my life, I didn’t have to excavate the car from the entire day’s accumulation of weather first! To me, that alone makes this place worth its weight in gold. 🙂 And I can lay my hands on our snow shovels without trudging across an entire winter wonderland of a back yard to get to the shed, too. When you’re living dead center of the buckle of the snow belt, believe me, that’s a huge bonus. 🙂