Embrace the Ick — Think of something that truly repulses you. Hold that thought until your skin squirms. Now, write a glowing puff piece about its amazing merits.

I guess it would depend on how you feel about blizzards. I love them. I do. The excitement, the crazed, hyper meteorologists practically foaming at the mouth with enthusiasm. They do truly live for storms and it’s contagious. Briefly, before I get into the actual dynamics of what is about to happen, I’m a child again. No school! For like, a week!


Then, I remember I am not a kid. I’m a senior citizen trapped in the house until we can find someone to plow out our ski slope (aka, the driveway). It would make a pretty good bunny slope, actually and I have often thought of how we could earn a few bucks from it. Never quite worked out the details, but I haven’t stopped hoping.

At nine in the morning …

When I went to sleep last night, the predictions for this area had gone down to just about 18 inches, but when I got up this morning, it was obvious we had exceeded the predictions.

At three in the afternoon …

Since it’s still snowing to beat the band and isn’t going to stop until sometime late tomorrow, we may actually get the prize for total accumulation, though for sheer ferocity and damage, Cape Cod, Cape Ann, Hull, Scituate, and other places on the edge of the Atlantic are getting thoroughly trounced.


So, enjoy the pictures. If you are in New England or New York, you probably have your own pictures. It’s hard to argue with the beauty of a major snow event. Snow is elegant. It produces naturally monochromatic images that can be quite breathtaking. I couldn’t get more than a couple of feet from any door and some of the doors proved nearly impossible to open, what with the snow piled up against it.


All of these pictures are taken from our deck, out one of the windows, or from the bottom of the driveway. There’s nowhere else to go. Owen and Garry did some digging in the front yard so the dogs could get out, but even our snow-loving Australian Shepherd seems to think a nice, indoor nap is a better idea. I’m with him.

I’ll make pasta sauce later. The smell of the sauce should make us all feel cozy and warm. Meanwhile, the snow is falling, falling, falling.


  1. my deepest sympathies, compared to yours, we just have a dusting probably. I was awoken this morning at 5.00 as they were clearing the paths with their snow machine, but otherwise the roads were ok today, just looks pretty. Meteorologists seem to be a universal breed. Here too they going into an ecstasy when it snows. At last the snow has arrived – yippee. We don’t do yippees for snow, but we two are both golden oldies and I can have an accident walking on unsnowed paths. I hope they find you if it continues – put up a flag or something to show you are there. If I don’t see any blogs tomorrow from your side I will alarm the Weather Interpol.


    1. I don’t mind snow as long as it is outside and I am cozy and warm INSIDE. I step out briefly to take a few pictures, but otherwise, battling the elements for the the young. And those who own plows. Garry spent years outside in storms like this holding a microphone to feed the frenzy. Now he revels in being warm and dry. He does NOT miss being on TV.

      We’ll be fine. It is a lot of snow … probably close to 3 feet by the time it is over and clearing it away is going to take some time and a lot of shoveling and plowing. Which I happily leave to my son and his friends.


  2. Wow! look at all that snow on the picnic table and the car has almost disappeared. However, we’ve had worse on occassion here. Loved the first photo looking out on the yard and trees towards the street.
    Never mind, the days are getting longer. This can’t last for long.


  3. Oh boy Marilyn- stay safe! We only got 6 inches, the storm must have moved East and not back West, because we really got nothing they were predicting. Did get a day off from school. Hope the sun shines there soon ❤


  4. Our problem is that if we do get snow all the way down here in Cornwall, it’s just enough to make the roads hazardous. Just once I’d like some serious snow, so I could work from home and it would be an adventure (if it was only for a few days, and the electric and internet stayed on heh heh) 🙂


    1. Trust me on this: You can get VERY sick of snow VERY quickly. After 12 inches, enthusiasm tends to diminish in direct proportion to the volume of snow. And by the third or fourth storm? You don’t even want to take pictures. Somebody needs to remind me why I live here. This time of year, I forget.


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