If you’ve talked to me any time recently, you’ve heard me bitch about the snow. My folks call every so often to remind themselves why they went to balmy Germany for Christmas . . . this post is mostly for them.
This is what our snow usually looks like.
That same deck, later in the week.
We gave up on the water panels.
There's a truck in this picture. Really. It's big and red.
The snow on roof tops has been the topic of quite a bit of news around here.
It's like Where's Waldo? Somewhere in the picture, there is a grill, a deck, a basketball hoop, and a polar bear.
Okay, I lied about the polar bear.
We do have some scary-ass icicles, though.
(And the fact that the icicles grow sideways up here makes them particularly scary).
Okay, the icicles don't really grow sideways here. I just have technical issues.
Eventually, the snow buckles under its own weight.
Lest you feel too poorly for me . . .
This is my septic field (untreed area in to the left of the photo).
And this is my driveway.
These are truly beautiful pics. If I could get myself up there, I would gaze at the view myself. As it stands, we are stranded as Paul took the only reasonable snow car to work. It does look like Narnia, though I think you had Christmas.