Nope, not a report of any new snow (well, not more than an inch or so), but rather of the snow we have on the ground.
This morning we bundled up like Antarctic explorers and hiked out our driveway to get the mail.
This shot is of our mail box and Papa Pea returning from it coming toward our driveway. An impressive bunch of snow by the mailboxes, don't ya think?
Back at the house, we did some moving of wood that had fallen out of the wood shed. It was half a tier at the front that for some reason decided to leave the comfy confines of the shed and hurl itself out into the snow.
Then we filled the wood box on our enclosed porch. Yep, a mite on the excessive side, but it may save us from having to haul any wood tomorrow.
Next my energetic husband wanted to go for a snowshoe hike back up on the ridge behind us. I used my quick wit (cough, cough) to come up with a good excuse as to why I couldn't go.
~ The skin on my face was approaching the frost bitten stage. (No joke.)
~ I needed to finish hemming a pair of slacks I just got.
~ Dinner would be better if I started it now and let it simmer all afternoon.
~ The toilet needed cleaning.
~ I had a real desire to spend a couple of hours paying bills.
He got the drift right quick (!) and headed out by himself.
When he returned, I was oh-so-glad I hadn't gone. Because our temperatures have been so low, the bulk of the snow we've gotten is very soft and has no crust on top. He said even with the snowshoes, he sank down about 12" with each step. Do you know how much effort is required to tromp along under those conditions? I do. I was very glad I hadn't gone on that little outing!
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