Here we are, 5 hours after the previous photograph of the Blizzard of 2011.
At last measurement we had 20" of the sparkly white stuff - and it's still falling, heavily. In the picture you can just make out the outline of a picnic table beyond the deck - just. It is disappearing quickly.
It's amazing to me - we live in New England and we get snow every year. Yet when a big one like this hits, everyone goes bananas. And in this day of blogs and Facebook - pictures abound. In all fairness to myself and my friends, the last time we remember one storm dumping this much snow in such a short time was the Blizzard of 1978.
So far we have one casualty of the storm - our new mailbox. This past summer we finally replaced the house's original mailbox; after 21 years I finally prevailed upon The Oracle to get a new one. I'm not sure why he was so resistant - the old one had never been hit by the snowplows; it had one encounter with a drunk driver and survived. So that couldn't have been his objection to getting a new one.
It was - old and ugly. So we finally got a nice new post and a lovely, grown-up mailbox.
And now? The post is fine, the mailbox was hanging on by a thread. The Oracle has now duct-taped it to the post to salvage it until spring. At which point we will review whether we need a new mailbox (he says this one is OK, just a little banged up) or find a new way to mount it to the post. Said post is set quite a way back from the curb so we really are puzzled as to how the plow hit it.
I suspect that underneath the ridiculous mountain of snow at the end of our driveway, parts of the curbing have been churned up.
Ah well - again listen to me go on and on about a bashed mailbox from a snowstorm. We have power, we have heat, The Oracle is lighting the fireplace. We are home, safe and warm.
Quite frankly, life is good.