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In case you didn't believe me



Here are some snow pics. One shows how tall the snow piles are compared to us and our mailbox. The other is H playing in the snow fort he and Daddy built. The photos don't truly illustrate what a complete pain in the ass the snow has been. And now that the snow is melting some, it's a nightmare in the parking lots -- ankle-deep puddles by day, skating rink by night.

But these were taken right after the snow stopped and the sun came out, creating a glistening, pristine canvas for our creative play. Before we made sled tracks and snow angels. Before the brown slush splashed up from the road. Before the dogs marked their territory.

About this time tomorrow night, some of us are going to be remembering with fondness the 30-degree day on which this was taken. You know, when it's 6 below with a -30 wind chill, sitting in a tent in the snow, reading with a headlamp, communing with nature and a dozen complete strangers.

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Tom Myler (scoodog) said…
I like your house!! And I wish we could get some of that snow here in St. Louis!! Seems like it's been ages since we've had really deep snow like that. Enjoy. Stay in and stay warm! Or go camping... :)
8:37 PM
Brianne said…
I was going to say - that is going to be a NIGHTMARE when it all melts. I am truly sorry for you. :)
12:55 PM
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