I looked out the window just a bit ago and had to open the inside door just to have a better look through the storm door. I will admit to not fully believing what I was seeing. There have been only light winds so the snow fell at a very mild angle and accumulated on the porch rails quite well --the same at the backdoor. It would appear that the piles there are close to 35cm (14 inches) and there are deeper drifts in front of each door, so it will take some work to get out of the house to even begin to move it tomorrow. Had it been easier to get out, I'd have checked with my ruler to see if my estimate is close to reality. It has been a few years since we've had this much snow in one storm. Moving it will take at least 3 hours -- broken into several sojourns over tomorrow and Monday. It is difficult not to feel frustrated when I've managed to get a couple hours to myself this weekend and now they will be taken by moving snow. Temperatures are right around freezing, so it shouldn't be too nasty to be out even if the wind increases.
The selection for today reminded me of a song from my childhood. It seemed to fit the cat-like thought processes I'm encountering in myself -- if I can't see it, it isn't really there <smile>. Enjoy!
The Age of not Believing -- Angela Landsbury -- Bedknobs and Broomsticks
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