It started falling yesterday, very lightly. Our dad took us for a long walk.
This morning when he got up, we heard him tell our mom at least 8 inches had fallen. He shovelled it from the deck and steps so he could get to the morning newspaper (it came!). Then he left for a snow-delayed opening at his office.
We stayed in our beds. It was a morning to sleep really, really late--that's what our mom was doing, too.
A couple of hours later when she got up, we couldn't even tell that the deck and steps had been shovelled at all! Another 4 inches fell during that 2-hour period we were all warm and snoozy.
Our mom went outside (in her flannel pajamas) to shovel the snow on the back deck--our deck, and the staircase down to our play yard. There was a whole foot of snow, but it was light and she finished pretty quickly.
Then she grabbed her camera like she expected us to romp in the snow. Only we didn't. It's so deep that only way we can get around is to hop like bunnies. That gets old really fast.
Here's Ruth looking at Jewel...
...wedged in by snow and only interested in getting back inside the house.
We got pieces of pear when mom had her breakfast. Her mother called to say they had an "inch" of snow someplace way, way south of here where they hardly ever get any snow at all. And it's already gone away and melted.
We're all snuggled now on the downstairs sofa, which is the best thing to do on a day like this. (Would you believe it's still snowing?!) The writer is writing her book. It's her last day of Winter Break and she's trying to make the most of it.
According to the tv news, everybody on the Eastern seaboard has snow today, not just us. How deep is your snow??
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