About four inches last night, perhaps a little bit more, easily the second worst snow we've had all winter- or maybe the first worst, depending on what you think is bad. This one's wet. Very wet and very heavy. The low last night, it appears, was 33º and it should remain above freezing pretty much all week.
So, fairly warm, and no wind, and also, as it turns out, trash pick-up day today, which got everybody up and out to the curb fairly early this morning, and at dawn there were little knots of people all up and down the road, leaning on snow shovels and chatting about whatever, this or that, snow stories and whatnot: It was all cozy and small-towny - which, of course, should be no surprise, this being a small town and all.
So after I did my time on the shovel and came in for another cup of coffee I went out again for a little walk and to take a few pictures like this one, looking up the street from in front of the house I live in.
The snow removal people were buzzing around happily, there not being much cause for rejoicing this winter if you're in that line of work. Schools are closed (of course) and also the community college - well, hey, that's a school too I guess, but somehow it's different, and it seems to me - OK, call me a geezer, go ahead - if you're going to teach kids skills that will help them better their lives the first of such skills should be: Get your butt to work.
It's one of those snows that's kind of pretty on the outside but, on the inside, ugly - heavy, wet, slippery, sloppy stuff. Still, it's a lot easier to take this time of year that in, say December. Now the end of winter is, at least, in sight.
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