Not all snow is created equal. The nine inches we got yesterday afternoon was light and powdery. It was almost fun to shovel that stuff. Today’s five inches were much heavier. Not so fun. Shoveling snow is hard work, but there is a calm about it that I like. The snow absorbs sound making the whole world feel hushed. After last night’s shoveling Howard and I goofed off a little.
We call this one Sad Cartoonist In Snow.
I never have posted my pictures from snowshoeing last week yet, but now that I finally have the right adapter for my microSD (which I lost in the midst of the frantic move after the flood–it’s probably around here somewhere, but I ended up just buying a new one today) I can post the pics from my cell phone too. I have one of me much like this one, only the snow is ridiculously deep and I have several pictures of the attempt to get back *up*.
Wow! That’s some snow. I wish we could get some snow, too. Dillan and I want to take our nieces and nephews sledding.
Hee. I wonder how many readers are fans of both Howard Tayler and Ursula Vernon. 🙂
*sighs* snow’s not something I comprehend, but seeing parody always makes me laugh, thanks for sharing.
And I hope tonight’s shovelling is easier 😉
You guys have more snow than we do here in Toronto! That’s just not right!
That much snow would bring this city (Phoenix) to a screaming halt. I think the most we’ve ever had was about .10 of a inch of snow. Brrrr
I’m glad you’ve found a way to take pictures again. I know you love that. I look forward to seeing the pics.
We don’t usually get this much. This year the kids can sled in our back yard.
I’m not sure, but thanks for the reminder. I need to pick up print copies of Digger.
You’re welcome.
Last night’s shoveling didn’t happen at all. I still need to get out there today.
No kidding.
Most of the cities around here are complaining about insufficient snow removal budgets. It is kind of like we got all the snow for the whole winter in a single week. …And yet everything is still running.
Thanks for the laughs. I’m surprise Howard’s head isn’t purple from the cold.
Ona