We've had a lot of snow in the last couple of days. There's now more on the ground than we've had at any point during the past twelve years, I think. This photo looks out from the kitchen window over the sink. The billows of snow in the foreground stand almost 4 feet high -- and they haven't been shovelled that high, that's just what's fallen.
See the pear tree just to the left of the play structure? Its trunk is completely obscured, as are some of the lower branches.
But it's warmed up a lot today. The snow is now too wet and heavy to snowblow, too plentiful to plough (there's no longer anywhere to push it), and an hour and a half of shovelling by hand cleared only about 30 feet of our 200-metre-long driveway. I've given up.
Unfortunately our new snow tires haven't solved the piddly-ground-clearance issue on the van. We have 8 to 10 inches on the driveway, and that's way too much for the van. We are snowed in for the forseeable future. Chuck's truck can get in and out, thankfully, so he's able to get to the hospital. But for the rest of us ... it'll be a while.
(A Delica could get up the driveway, of course. But we don't have one of those.)
The power is still on, amazingly enough. We've had a few flickers this morning, but no outages that have been sustained.