Well. After sunset and the snow's still falling. It's a dry, powdery snow, easily picked up by the wind, which accounts for some seriously schizophrenic accumulations -- our car has almost no snow on it and barely an inch or two around the tires -- but ten feet away is a wall of snow four feet high that stretches halfway around the inner corner of our L-shaped house, blocking one garage door and the front porch before stretching on almost to the end of the bedroom wing. The temperature hasn't gotten out of the 20s F all day and it's going to dip into the teens tonight, which is good -- it'll keep that light powdery snow that way until I can get out tomorrow to move it all. And this is the kind of snow which is easily handled by my snowthrower (though I will have to do some serious digging just to get started).
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.