Isn't this pretty amazing. Last week, we were walking around in T-shirts, and a few people were wearing shorts. It was so mild and balmy.
This is no joke!
This is what I woke up to this morning!
I have to post a comparison picture from November 11, 2006. We had no snow until later in the year.
A post-shovelling update - reality sets in.
So, you've seen my first snow photos and have either said 'oh the snow is so pretty' or 'blech'. I can concur with the latter right about now. I'm tired. I just finished shovelling the driveway and the front patio. This was not a straightforward task.
I couldn't locate the shovels. Not in the garage. Nope. They were in the shed in the backyard. Not a biggie, right? Well, there was about 8 inches of snow in the back yard, which, when I started to walk in it, immediately found its way inside of my boots.
Great. Just great.
So I hauled the shovels to the front of the house, to commence shovelling. The snow is that heavy stuff...heavy and wet. Great.
I started shovelling the front patio, and realized that the chairs and table from the summer are still there, covered with snow. So I cleaned them and stored them. (watch - tomorrow will be 75 degrees!).
The driveway was a chore and a half. More heavy snow (I think the skiers call this packed....pfeh whatever...it was heavy).
You might ask why I didn't use the snowblower, the nice, big, new, heavy duty, expensive snowblower? Well, since we were kind of caught off-guard with this storm, that baby is still in the backyard shed. Gosh, I had enough trouble getting the shovels!!! Plus, I am gas operated machine challenged. I have troubles with gas lawn mowers, the outboard on the dinghy, the whipper snipper, and of course the snowblower.
So, I am done with my rant. I am going to have some soup, and a good sob.
Oh, by the way, I blame this snow on our neighbours, who, on the weekend, put up all of their exterior Christmas decorations. I hold them responsible. So there.
You might also notice that this is all written in the first person...I. We won't say where My Sweetie is right about now....will we? It's a private joke.