Plentiful Snow

I love a good snowstorm.  It’s a good thing, considering that between several different snow events, we’ve gotten another 30 inches of snow in the last week.  On Thursday it snowed hard all through the night, and a glorious 16 inches dumped down from the sky.  It was beautiful.  At midnight I took a tiny walk down the street with my camera and my snow boots.  Because the snow came with a bit of wind, by morning their were drifts as high as my chest across parts of the sidewalk.

Dr. Peds left early that morning to fly down to see Auntie Amy Texas.  Thankfully he made it safe and sound to the land of no snow.  Here, however, we have been shoveling and digging ourselves out.  It’s been a bit of a long, arduous process because seriously, there is more than 3 feet of snow on the ground in any given place, and wherever anything is shoveled, the banks go up as high, or higher than my head, which is just a long way up to throw snow.  While the amount of snow we’ve had is above average, but not that much above average for this year, the difference is that the winter has been cold, and while the snow that arrived early in the season has settled, it hasn’t melted really at all.  More snow just keeps falling, and it has come to the point where a person needs to be cautious about sending small children out in the yard to play for fear they will sink in above their heads and never be found again.

For sure, it will be interesting when the snow finally melts in the spring.  For example, in my yard I know there are several plastic storage dishes which I set out filled with water a few months ago hoping to make ice luminaries.  I sort of forgot about them and they were buried.  There’s also a couple of metal cake pans.  And somewhere on the deck is a toilet seat.  During that first blizzard last December Dr. Peds decided to replace a toilet seat in the bathroom, and jokingly opened the patio door  and tossed the toilet seat, thinking it would be funny to see it land in the snowbank.  However, it sank right down and swooshed forward somewhere under the plentiful snow, never to be seen since, as we just didn’t have the gumption to go looking for it then, and it was buried under a few more feet of snow after that.  And then there’s the month’s worth of compost that Mr. Sneaky Pants threw down the window well next to the house to avoid having to walk back to the compost bin.  Eventually we discovered what he was doing and had him strain through the snow to get as many rotting vegetable pieces as he could find, but of course, we know he didn’t find all the pieces buried under the snow there, and who knows where else in the yard he tossed the food waste. There’s always those stray pieces of recycling that never quite make it to the recycling bin outside and reappear in the spring.  There are also a few shovels and sleds that have gone missing.  All of this and more will be our problem when the snow melts!

In the meantime I am just going to enjoy the arctic temperatures, and the clean, crisp white snow in my yard.  Isn’t it lovely how that fresh white snow just covers up all the problems?  The only price to pay is a bit of shoveling.  OK, more than a bit of shoveling.