This is what we see today. Snow and more snow. We are running out of places to put it all. There has been a snow storm every week since December 26. Not small ones most nearing a foot.
I am thankful for this that keeps us warm. It has been working overtime with our temps plummeting.
With the fire leaving ash everywhere and this cutie living inside due to the cold and all the snow
This is what we get everyday~a fine layer of fur, dust and ash on every surface no matter how many times I wipe them clean. Now it's just time to look the other way.
Our bush does not enjoy this snow. The extra weight is doing nothing for its shape.
What little melting occurs, refreezes and we get these long icicles and layers of ice everywhere.
It's beauty is not lost on me. The covering of white
fresh, crisp, clean
But now we are clearly longing for spring.
The sky looks beautiful, causing me to hope for sunny days and slow melting.
There has been more snow this year than I can remember in a long time. The first year we homeschooled the kids were longing for a snow storm. They wanted to go outside and play, build snowmen, sled, and chase the dog around the yard. It never really snowed. We had one storm that gave us maybe two inches. They spent hours outside. They carted all the snow to one location to build a snowman. Their joy was evident as they completed it. Now a few years later we are overwhelmed with the mountains of snow we have accumulated. The season is still young. I am eagerly anticipating some warmer days without shoveling. Soon our fence will be completely covered with our snow mound. Home Depot has sold out of not only snow blowers but also shovels. They can't keep them in stock. There are no snow blowers to be purchased not only in our state but in the surrounding states.
In all honesty I wish I was here. Meeting wonderful blogging ladies like this sweet lady and this sweet lady along with many more. But I am here and I will try to be content, staying warm indoors and not peeking outside. Resting my weary muscles after a morning of shoveling. Drinking a whipped cream covered latte, reading a good book and crocheting.