Sunday we had our first day with temperatures above freezing in a long time. How long? Long enough that E, wearing just a sweatshirt and sweatpants, declared, “It’s so sunny and warm we could sit out here in lawn chairs and read,” even though it was still only in the upper 30s.
However, we did not end up lounging in lawn chairs. Instead, the entire neighborhood was doing battle with the accumulated ice and snow. I looked around and listened at one point, and this is what I heard and saw:
Scrape, scrape, scrape — that’s E, using the roof rake to clear snow off our roof.
Grrrr, vroom, grrrr — that’s our neighbor across the street, using his snowblower to widen the area by his mailbox.
Whack, whack, whack — that’s the neighbor diagonally across from us, up on a ladder and using an axe to chop down the solid ice block in his roof valley.
Edited to add: the heat wave is over. I drove M to school today because it was -10 degrees. But we can add one more sound to the list: BOOM! BOOM! We heard it several times last night, due to either frost quakes, or the house contracting in the cold. Not a noise we’ve heard before, and rather scary.