Storm's a Comin'

I woke up last Tuesday to the thud of snowballs being blown off of the trees by the howling wind. That wind can really screech through the trees at the top of the hill. So much for watching the snow fall gently and accumulate on the branches. There were times when I went out that I thought I might get blown over. I had visions of tethering the dog on a leash and having her blow over my head like a balloon. Snow was falling horizontally at this point. Tuesday was disgusting and miserable.

Wednesday dawned clear but I knew the big snow was on its way.

My camera was getting a workout and I was too – actually using the plastic snow shovel that came with the house. I guess that’s good for an inch or two of fluffy stuff but not whatever it was that was attached to my decks. I also learned that the lawn edger that also came with the house can substitute for a real ice chopper thingy and works pretty well. Oh, and I remembered that shovels are heavy. I don’t like shoveling. Never had to do it in Boston. This was not a good sign.