We got 20 inches of snow at my house.
It looks gorgeous, but it was not fun shoveling that much snow.
We spent about 3 hours working outside on Saturday. I did not find one iota of joy in this activity. On Sunday when it was time to go out and shovel some more, I wanted to cry.
Look at how high the snow was. My truck is sitting down in a trench now.
I see this as my Christmas miracle.....wink, wink.
M sent me back inside. Yea! (I was afraid he would think of some other snowy, shovel-less chore out there. He did not. I heart M!!!)
I spent time in the kitchen getting a meal together for my elderly neighbors as M went over to shovel them out. (That's navy bean soup, corn bread, and pecan pie.)
The birds got my attention too. Suet production took place on the screened porch. (Have you ever smelled lard cooking? P.U. I worked with it outside so it didn't stink up the house....which was full of yummy home cooking of people food.)
And I've spent the rest of my time knitting.
School was supposed to let out for the holidays on Wednesday afternoon. The roads were so awful here that the powers that be went ahead and started our break early. Is that amazing, or what???????