I love living in New England. I can’t really imagine living anywhere else. Having lived here for 32 years now, you could say I’m used to New England winters. Snow, snow days, shoveling, rock salt are all part of a New Englander’s winter vocabulary. However, there’s a truth about New England winters you may not know. No matter how prepared we are, how “used to it” we feel, New England winters are a pain. I mean, this is ridiculous. In the last two weeks of school, we have had three snow days…one of which was for a blizzard. As of this moment, we have round about 2-3 feet of snow in my front yard. I took some pictures to help you understand how much snow there is.
This picture is of my street, and my neighbor’s driveway. Note how high his snowbanks are. Mine are higher. I am running out of places to put the snow.
This is my front walkway. We aren’t really using it right now because it’s like walking through the arctic, and for the always mischievous Keira, the temptation to play in the snow is too great.
This picture is the girls cleaning off the awning in front of my house. Notice how it’s about waist deep on them? Right, they aren’t standing on the ground. There’s at least another foot of snow below them.
So here’s the kicker….they are forecasting the potential of another blizzard on Wednesday…which will drop 1-3 more FEET of snow. I have no idea where I am going to put it…and really do NOT want another snow day.
I am officially DONE with this New England Winter.
*Special thanks to fellow New Englander My Four Hens for her awesome photo actions and cute frame.