In early December we had storm after storm which left us several feet deep in that white stuff they call snow.
It was a winter wonderland out there. Very pretty and very cold. Snow isn't all fun. My arms ached from the constant shoveling.
|There's a path down there...|
Over and over and over again.
We worried about how much more snow would come. The snowbanks were so high it was becoming increasingly hard to find places to pile the snow. The ice was an inch thick on the roof. The house was making odd banging sounds that we were told was a result of shifting in the severe cold. The woodpile was diminishing at an alarming rate.
Then a sigh of relief.
|Almost all the snow melted in my path to the compost|
But it wasn't.
We had a blizzard today. There's supposed to be 30cm of snow by the time it's all said and done.
I spent the day cutting up pumpkins from last fall's harvest. Cleaning the seed and cooking the flesh for freezing. Contemplating my seed orders for spring.
The weatherman mentioned another 'system' headed this way for Saturday. Then again on Monday. Maybe instead of seeds I should contemplate a trip South?