As much as I don't like snow, I know we are going to get it and I respect it and the danger it presents. I mean, after all, I do live in the North East. And this is our first real snowfall of the season, for us anyway, so I can't complain, BUT you'd think the plows would know what to do with it. We had plenty of warning, yet 36 hours post storm and the roads are a MESS. There is no excuse for it either. Just another example of our tax dollars hard at work.
It took Jeff over an hour to get home from the hospital. he expected another hour or two of snowblowing, but our neighbor was kind enough to do it for us.
Locally we got about 20 inches. Not the worst ever, but it is the most we have seen in a single day since Feb 14, 1914. Ironic, huh?
Poor Karat couldn't even squat. We...well Jeff...had to dig a spot in the yard for him. And he's a golden retreiver. He's not a small dog!
Here's a peek at our front yard. It could be and has been worse.