Snow pics!
Feb. 6th, 2010 11:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
auntiemeeshI woke up early, have already shoveled the snow twice, and have nothing fun to do until the Pens' game at 2. So it's time to post a snowy picspam.
The snow started around three or four pm, yesterday. When I got home at five, there was about half an inch on the ground. By nine pm, it looked like this.
At eleven, the snow was still coming down hard and starting to pile up.
My next door neighbor's son is visiting, and he built a little snowman on the hood of his truck.
I got up right around sunrise (don't ask me why, the snow just made me about as excited as a little kid on Christmas morning) and headed out to see how much we ended up with. The answer, way more than I was expecting.
I don't personally own a snow shovel - my landlady seems to have an arrangement with someone because the snow always gets shoveled pretty promptly. But since I was up so early, with nothing to do, I went down into Landlady's basement in search of snow removal equipment. In a stroke of luck I found an old snow shovel. In short order, I was back outside, digging my way through the better part of two feet of snow. I'm now very grateful for the very short walk out to the main sidewalk, and the very short length of main sidewalk that goes with this house. But it's all shoveled.
Snow is a wonderfully transformative thing. What was one a prosaic bush in front of the house has turned into an alien landscape or some sort of folded subspace.
I opened the blinds for the cats and they were fascinated. Enough so that they were both sitting in the windowsill without bugging each other for several long minutes.
They have since retired to their separate sofas for a good, long, well-deserved rest.
And that is it, my dears. A snow-covered morning in Western PA.
The snow started around three or four pm, yesterday. When I got home at five, there was about half an inch on the ground. By nine pm, it looked like this.
At eleven, the snow was still coming down hard and starting to pile up.
My next door neighbor's son is visiting, and he built a little snowman on the hood of his truck.
I got up right around sunrise (don't ask me why, the snow just made me about as excited as a little kid on Christmas morning) and headed out to see how much we ended up with. The answer, way more than I was expecting.
I don't personally own a snow shovel - my landlady seems to have an arrangement with someone because the snow always gets shoveled pretty promptly. But since I was up so early, with nothing to do, I went down into Landlady's basement in search of snow removal equipment. In a stroke of luck I found an old snow shovel. In short order, I was back outside, digging my way through the better part of two feet of snow. I'm now very grateful for the very short walk out to the main sidewalk, and the very short length of main sidewalk that goes with this house. But it's all shoveled.
Snow is a wonderfully transformative thing. What was one a prosaic bush in front of the house has turned into an alien landscape or some sort of folded subspace.
I opened the blinds for the cats and they were fascinated. Enough so that they were both sitting in the windowsill without bugging each other for several long minutes.
They have since retired to their separate sofas for a good, long, well-deserved rest.
And that is it, my dears. A snow-covered morning in Western PA.
