Drifts built up.
We could not open the back door Saturday morning. Snow had piled up so high we were trapped.
Fortunately, we have a front door. Hardly any snow was left on the front step. It opened easily and for that I am grateful. Mike went out and shovelled the snow and took these pictures. I hope you enjoyed them. Please click to enlarge. If you dare.
17 comments:
I love how unfailingly grateful you are.
and how real and authentic and TO THE CORE it all is.
Carla
Miz/Carla, thank you.
I'm grateful for your front door, too!
What I AM trying to do this morning is put a grateful spin on the fact that the water is frozen (-30 here today, too) and I have to try to thaw it out before I go to work..... sigh.
Thanks dfBag Lady.
Hmm, tough on ice. Grateful that you have water? Grateful that you know what to do and are capable of doing it?
Bag Lady--grateful that you have a heat gun and know how to use it. (I had never heard of one before your post this morning, and now I'm thinking I should get one before I get some goats and a waterer.)
Leah, I'm always grateful for more than one exit. My first apartment had one door, no fire escape, and only one operable window.
Mary Anne in Kentucky
Oooh, not good, Mary Anne. I hope the window was some comfort.
This makes me very greatful to be wintering in Californial! My goodness you are hardy souls up there. Love the pictures. But brrrr.
I can see why you'd be grateful, Crabby.
Thanks.
Beautiful drifts Leah! I am very glad though that you have a front door too.
Thanks, Reb. The wind sculpts some beautiful drifts. Sure am glad Mike was here to take care of it.
I do not dare.
I like snow in theory, not when it in fact has me cold, or wet, or trapped.
Wow, that's a LOT of snow! I'm envious. :-D
Trapped by snow can be cosy, Messymimi, as long as there's help available.
Thomma Lyn, it looks like a lot 'cuz it's piled up, but it's really only a few inches.
You can help yourself to as much as you want. Seriously. No one will stop you.
No one.
I'm grateful that it hasn't hit here yet.. though it sure does look nice.
I hope you are spared, Hilary.
Wow! Good thing for front doors! My mom used to tell us stories about having to climb out second story windows to get out of the house in North Dakota where she grew up.
Missicat, that sounds like more fun than it is.
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