The Blizzard of February 2010

The last couple of days can best be described as snow, snow and more snow. It began Friday afternoon, snowed through the night and finally tapered off mid-afternoon Saturday. By the time it was done, we had somewhere around two feet. An exact amount would be very hard to gauge because of the wind. There were spots where the wind had scoured the snow away all the way to bare ground, and other places where the drifts were four feet high.

As the snow wound down, Grace couldn't wait to get outside, so we let her out on the deck, where the snow was drifted about four feet high against the back of the house.


Here I am explaining to Julia that she has to stop burying her sister when she gets up to the head. Julia doesn't seem convinced.


My car seems to be a good place to accumulate a snow drift.


Winter Wonderland.


Grace trailblazing the way to my car. Shoveling the snow was still fun at this point (about 5 minutes into the job). Note how the wind has left the driveway bare on the near side of the big drift.


Snow drifted to the windowsills along the front of the garage.


By Sunday morning I have found the front porch and removed the four foot high drift leaning against the front door.


Sunday afternoon. Everything peaceful, with deer tracks from overnight criss-crossing the lawn.


This storm was a lot of fun for the kids, and happening going into a weekend made it stress free, as work and school were not an issue. And thank goodness for neighbors with snow blowers. We were also fortunate never to have lost power, as we have heard reports of hundreds of thousands without power up and down the Atlantic seaboard. Here it was mainly just pretty.

And now for a low-key evening with the family, wherein I will make homemade chili, eat wings, and watch the Super Bowl with no particular rooting interest. Part of me wants the Saints to win because I love New Orleans as a city (or did before Katrina, I don't really know what it's like now...), but part of me wants the Saints to lose to keep the proof that there are some more inept football cities than Philadelphia - always a bridesmaid, never a bride...