To lie in velvety beds
The calm after a snow storm is amazing. The world is so bright that you have to squint. The air smells pure and sound is deadened to the point where you can hear the wind in ways you'd normally miss. Then you hear a snow-blower start up and the scrape of a shovel on cement and the moment is gone. Still, it was nice for a moment.
Michelle sent me on a guerrilla mission to quickly snap some pictures before we headed off to work this morning. It was a welcome change of pace from all the shoveling we both had to do to clear out the driveway and mailbox. The piles of snow are getting pretty big as you can see by the entrapped mailbox.
It is amazing to see something you remember as so green turn into a giant mound of snow.
The reason the front of the mound is so flat is we have to dig out our mailbox after each snow so the mailman can get to it from his truck. The plow always dumps a block of snow in front of it, so we're always carving it back out.
The garden beds are sitting pretty under their blanket of snow. The work I did to raise them showing clearly with each row a nice bump.
Since we shovel half the driveway onto the raspberry and strawberry bed they are just barely poking through the top now. While I worry a little about the weight of the snow compacting the soil, I also know it will act as an insulator against the below zero weather we have from time to time in January/February.
The house covered in snow. With all the snow on the roof we can't quite tell if the sky-light in our room is leaking slowly or if the humidifier I've been running every night has been causing condensation to make everything wet. I've stopped the humidifier for now to see if it dries out. My fingers are crossed.
Gabe is going to have so much fun playing in the huge pile of snow that ends up on our lawn thanks to the snow plow. It is taller than I am at this point and will continue to grow if we don't get some hot weather soon. I can only imagine a nor'easter giving us another 2 to 3 feet on top of this base. I love winter for the contrast it gives and for its unique qualities. The spring will be so sweet when it comes this year.