No, we’re not. But we got about 18 inches in one day three weeks ago, and it’s been snowing on and off for about a week. Snowing now.
Normally we have to step up to the door stoop. Not anymore.
The rain gutter is full of water frozen solid.
There used to be a fence in front of the north wall.
We have a glacier – a river of ice – slowly moving off the new roof above the kitchen.
Scott’s gone out to measure the level of snow on the table.
The path to the compost heap is knee deep. (We haven’t been able to get into the green house for months).
And we sort of need to crawl over the snow and under the eaves to get to the firewood.
‘Course, Sisi is in heaven. She is a true snow dog.