|What I'm doing between shovel trips.|
Hubby and I did about 750 feet of alley, just in case we needed to get out.
No, the neighbors didn't help. And yes, we did it by hand because we don't have a snowblower.
And no, we're not crazy. I think.
|The front yard... about a foot|
This is the first winter post-PVI and I'm very happy to be able to help do this for once. I feel guilty when he does it all...
We've got about 18" so far.
The crazy (and MUCH younger) neighbor next door has parked his truck BACK in the front of the house, on the easement. The plow guys will have a field day snowing him in.
He's mad because he's got Dish, and no signal for Super Bowl.
So sad. Get off your rump and shovel, dude!!
|Earlier, the end in sight!|
We even stayed home from church. Our church is in an older neighborhood than ours, and we know how it works - we'd have had a devil of a time (pun) getting in and out of the STREET, notwithstanding the parking lot!
|Shades of glacier blue in here...|
The garden is tucked away. "With visions of sugar-snap peas" in its head, I'm sure. It's a reminder that a period of rest is required after a period of activity. The garden sleeps, knowing that come spring, it'll be in its full glory again.
These are the raised beds, of course, and we're already scanning the seed catalog. That's what you do when you're tucked in the house waiting out Mother Nature.
We're lucky. We have power. My brother, who lives across town, is running on a generator. Of course we have a generator. It's in the shed. We have yet to even take it out of the box.
As Hubby says, "It'll only run the fridge anyway, so you'd still have no heat." We should really at least get it to the point where if we needed it, we could use it... Just like the snow blower we don't have...
|Guardian of the garbage|
Lucky we live on a quiet street...
My original plan was to get out the snowshoes. But with what's forecast to come? I'd be insane. I'm not pushing my luck. Would rather stay home, pushing the shovel in between bouts of snow.
I'm making a roasted chicken tonight. With roasted Parmesan Cauliflower as well. It'll be yummy. The house will smell good. And I can use the bird carcass for soup or stock.
I'd bake, but my current "stop eating so much sugar" thing is in the way of that.
So I leave you with some bird pics. These are either from my front porch or through the window.
I love my birds. You'll also notice a decided lean to the big feeder. Almost 2 feet of snow will do that.
Even if we had filled the feeder - the birds can't get to the seed.
|The only seed they can reach.|
|Up in the maple tree|
|Smile for the camera|
|Enough for today|