There's No Business Like SNOW Business!

When it comes to major snowstorms, Mr. Dion DiPoochy has wonderful coping skills.

He goes to sleep.
And when he wakes, someone else has shoveled out a walking and -- ahem -- business path for him.

It's a good system.

My personal coping mechanism is to stay inside, and take pictures through the windows.
It also works.

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This storm is nuts.
The morning brought more relentless snowfall, and this afternoon brought sessions of both brilliant sunshine and heavy wet snow, sometimes within the same 15 minutes. Nuts, I tell you.

At 5 o'clock on Friday morning, the high winds were making eerie snow sculptures in the landscape.

Also at 5 AM, the overnight snow had obliterated all of Howard's Thursday shoveling.
You can still see the stone wall behind the house, but where did the steps go?

There was more snow to come. Okay, now where is our stone wall?

I stepped briefly out of the sunroom door to get a picture of the table and chairs on the patio.
Yesterday you could see them. Today, not so much.

Through a side window, below, a shot of our next-door neighbors' house. They are usually
meticulous about clearing their driveway and those long stairs to their front door.

For this storm, even our intrepid neighbors gave up until there was a break in the snowfall.
(You can't see their steps, either. That makes me ridiculously happy.)

Howard tackled our back steps late in the morning,
after taking care of that pesky thing called work, from home:

Look out below! Attack of Snowblower Man!
Howard managed to shoot the stuff all the way from the driveway
to the sunroom windows. Pretty impressive.

It is beautiful here today, especially right now, mid-afternoon -- the sun is out (well, sometimes), it has gotten milder, and everything gleams with fresh white snow. The tree limbs are laden with it, and the shrubs are all decked out in fluffy snow blobbies.

And I'm glad I'm inside.
I'm also glad Howard is inside now, too, and not playing with the snowblower anymore.
That thing makes me nervous.

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Well that's my Snow and Tell for today!

I am not sure what the next few days will bring; my Dad does have pneumonia, again, but it's being treated "at home." Keep your fingers crossed for him, please, that he doesn't need hospitalization. That's no fun at any age, but when you are almost 90 it is very stressful.

Have a wonderful weekend! -- Cass