And it's still snowing!
It also doesn't look like it's going to stop anytime soon and we're due for another storm sometime early next week. Oy! Fortunately, we still have power, so we may become the neighborhood warm house since everyone else seems to have lost theirs. I've just seen someone ski by my parent's front door, which I never thought I would see in a million years. A tree branch broke off under the weight of the snow and dented the wrought iron arch and the spanish broom is completely squashed (as are all the rose bushes). My dad is out shoveling a path to the garage and I didn't even know we had a snow shovel. What sort of beautiful insanity is this?