We have been flirting (or vice versa) with snow for a week or so. On Friday, we succumbed. It snowed for eight hours solid during the day making driving to the wine shop almost impossible and causing the pre-school to close early for the first time in four years. Note the almost in the last sentence.
The snow is deep enough to bury Jared and Sibyl's Easter Island stone head that has travelled here with us. We have had to dig out the drive twice... and then dig out the bits that we didn't dig out far enough to be able to get the cars in and out of the garage. It is unfeasibly cold.
They remove the snow from Toronto in lorries but round here they just pile it up into huge snow pyramids and dig channels down the sidewalk like ploughed white fields. The back garden looks like the inside of a Tunnocks Snowball has been liberally spread across it. Or that it has been generously lathered in shaving foam. Icicles are hanging from the roof. Merry Christmas Bing.
p.s. It occurs to me that this picture of Chris, lovely though it is, does not really do justice to our snow issue. If you doubt me, check out the following link: http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/7798337.stm
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