We got 6 inches of heavy, wet snow on Saturday in a freakishly early winter storm. Since trees aren’t designed to hold both leaves and snow, there were a lot of limbs and trees down, which is why we lost power from Saturday night until Monday mid-morning. It was about as unpleasant as you might expect, especially getting ready for school and work Monday morning in complete dark with no warm water for showers. We didn’t learn that M had no school until after E and I left for work; fortunately, M had his cell phone on as he waited at the bus stop, so I could call and tell him to head back home. (He eventually headed over to the neighbor’s house, where the neighbor used her gas stove to cook him a second breakfast. Lucky kid.) All this means Halloween was the first “snow day” of the school year, though not due to snow remaining on roads so much as due to continued power outages and downed power lines in roads. E and I both had serious detours on our routes in to work.
We have some little birch trees outside our kitchen window that we love, so E went outside in the storm late at night to knock some snow off them.
By morning, they were heavily bent again, but unbroken.
The same could not be said for the limbs hanging over M’s old play fort, which we now use to store lawn furniture in. (See the green tarp roof in there?)
Amazingly enough, when the ridge beam broke, one end wedged itself against a table inside, and the whole contraption held up well enough that the lawn furniture survived unscathed.
It is also amazing to see brightly-colored fall foliage against the snow.
Fortunately, due to our trusty camp stove, E did not have to face this whole ordeal without coffee.
And finally, lest we fail to mention how the feline member of our family got through the storm, here’s the cat as he watched E knock snow off the birches. No, he’s not wearing a scarf to keep warm. He’s got a bit of a skin condition at the moment, so we improvised a temporary “neck gaiter” for him out of an old pajama sleeve, so he couldn’t fuss at his neck too much until we could get him to the vet. At least it’s less embarrassing than the Cone of Shame would be.