Once again it's been almost a minute since I wrote a life update. I swear, November JUST started and now we are at the beginning of December.
Well, we got our snow. All 18+ inches of it. It started Tuesday afternoon of Thanksgiving week. I think I was in denial about it actually appearing.
When we woke on Wednesday and started checking things out we were astonished at how much snow had fallen.
Looking out the back door, I had to make a quick path across the deck so I could get out to the chicken coop.
Then I looked across the yard to the chicken coop I had a moment of panic because I thought a branch had fallen on the right side of the coop.
It was okay though. Can you see how deep the snow is over there? In some places it was above my knees.
In the front of the house, my husband opened the garage door and saw his vehicle was encased in a shroud of snow.
With 10 inches of snow, before 6 a.m.
Later in the day we took another measurement, off my vehicle, and there was 18 inches of snow. *facepalm*
My husband and son tried to drive in to work. The roads were so bad. The plow had gone by once and there was only one path for traffic and roads were incredible slippery. They turned around and came home.
After a while my husband took the tractor out and took the snowblower on it's maiden voyage. Something that would have taken us the entire day, probably, was done in a few hours. Maybe. I sort of lost track of time and we had to go out more than once to move snow.
Course that doesn't do us any good if the roads are crap.
My son started clearing off the deck and front. I was taking care of what I could, which also included shoveling a little path to the she shed.
The garden looked a little magical. I hoofed it through the snow as soon as I could and cleaned as much snow as I could off the greenhouse.
My sweet little greenhouse survived the snow and wind.
So much snow ...
My hubby very kindly snowblowed a path to the garden area for me, so I'll have an easier time getting over there and cleaning the greenhouse off.
At one point when we were outside we heard a cracking sound, like something breaking.
We suspect we heard this branch break and fall out of the tree.
It was a heck of a way to start the long holiday weekend.
Thanksgiving day was a quiet affair. My son worked. My husband work on pushing more snow around. I worked on the big meal.
No photos were taken of the spread. By the time my son got home, we all decided we were hungry right then and we started getting stuff ready and plated. Then we dived in to the meal, listened to good music and had nice conversation. We all proclaimed the smoked turkey very tasty. I ate so much food that I went in to a food coma for 20 minutes.
Friday nothing really exciting happened. There was no major shopping to be done. We did drive in to town, though. At 7:30 a.m. we were at Walmart and it was like a ghost town. Menards was more busy. The golden age of Black Friday Shopping is passed. Everyone kept telling me that everyone is online shopping now. Superior doesn't have much for big box stores. All the shops are in Duluth, up on the hill. There was NO way I was driving to Duluth.
Today was back to work. It was publishing day and a bit hairy. Things usually are after a long weekend. This was something, though. We got it done.
I'd say that's pretty much all the news from Lake Woebegone. We have to get used to the snow being here, and the colder temps. I'm still tiptoeing out to the coop in my garden clogs. Warm, right? Every thing takes a bit big longer to accomplish.
I almost forgot to mention that today is the start of Flossmas, or vlogmas, which every you prefer. My first video is out.
I wanted to do flossmas last year. The timing wasn't right. I'm feeling more optimistic about it this year. I still haven't settled down on a schedule. Every day, every other day ... *shrugs* I have no structure about it. At least not yet. I'm betting that by the time this is done I'll feel totally at ease in front of the camera.
