On Saturday morning it was snowing when I got up. There wasn’t much, a very fine snow, blowing around a lot.
By mid morning more had accumulated but it wasn’t snowing heavily. The juncos and birds were happy to have full feeders.
It was very quiet outside; I’d not heard a plow go down the road by mid morning.
It was very cold and I stayed inside. My lungs would not have appreciated a cold blast. I took the photos through the windows.
Tom came and got the truck running and plowed out the worst of it mid morning. Then he took the truck home to plow out his place.
He’d tried to find guides to clamp onto the edges of the plow, with no success. So he rigged a clamped on broomstick on one side.
Tom took this of the front porch railing, for the blog.
He and his daughter, my intern, came back mid afternoon. She drove the truck from their house and plowed up the driveway and behind the barn. Then Tom took over to do the hard bits.
By then the storm had set in and was coming down steadily.
When they finished the plowing, my intern and I worked on the puzzle started last autumn. Tom ran the snowblower and opened up all the walkways. My son cleared the steps and around the doors.
By late afternoon the temperature was plummeting and the wind had really come up. I was feeding stoves every couple hours.
I had to really get the masonry heater going to keep a steady temperature in the addition, and it got too hot to sleep there. So I got up and moved everything into my bedroom. But by then I was awake and slept very poorly the rest of the night.
On Sunday I hope to get some dishes done, write posts and maybe putter around. But poor sleep might mean I don’t get much done. The junk in my chest is breaking up and making it hard to breathe. I’ll be glad when I’ve coughed the last of that out.