Snow started yesterday afternoon and hung around after dark.
Before dusk Papa Pea brought a couple of wheelbarrows full of wood up to the back porch where we stacked it in the wood box.
This morning we found about 8" of new snow making everything a fresh, clean winter wonderland.
During the day we've had a little more snow and lots of wind picking up the snow on the ground and sending it flying off to new locations.
Around noon time we had to drive out to our mechanic's garage about twenty miles down the highway to pick up my Toyota that had had some work done on it. Although we saw three county snowplows on the road, it was snow covered and slippery, the temperature in the low 20s at that time. We drove out in our Suburban and planned to drive it and the Toyota home.
About three miles from the garage, the battery light came on in the Suburban, then went off, then on again. Suddenly very bad grinding noises started emitting from under the hood. We literally coasted into our mechanic's yard. The general consensus after a quick look seems to be that the alternator went kaputz. So we ended up leaving the Suburban there and both coming home in the Toyota. I teased Papa Pea that he really didn't need me to go on that little jaunt. He could have accomplished it on his own.
But talk about someone watching over us. We took this same Suburban to the big city and back exactly one week ago, and believe me, there are many, many deserted stretches of road between here and there where we could have gotten stranded if the alternator had gone out then. We are, indeed, lucky duckies.
Snow is still coming down accompanied by those pesky winds. I do love the way the snow looks blown up against the living room windows tonight. Great time to be snuggled down on the couch in front of the open fire. And that's right where I'm going now.
Good night, all!
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