It might have caught the attention of some of you that we had a little bit of snow here in New England over the weekend. We actually got off pretty lightly here in Western Massachusetts, and by “lightly” I mean “only two feet of snow”, and also that our street was ploughed by midday Saturday and we never lost power (I don’t think anyone in Western Mass did, or only an isolated few). We still had chest-deep drifts and everything shut down for two days, but that’s small peanuts compared to what hit coastal Connecticut and eastern Massachusetts. We have had decent snowfall in the last three years – our first winter here gave us two or three feet on the ground for months running – but this is probably the most in one fell blow. And it was pretty fell.
Our LPG tanks probably give the best visual estimate of snowfall, i.e., A Lot.
This was our front door. Pro-tip for people building houses in New England: the doors should not open outwards.
We didn’t even bother trying with the back door. Depending on snow melt, we might not until spring.
We also learned some important lessons about precautions to be taken when confronted with waist-deep snow drifts. To wit:
Park your cars closer than two metres to where the plough comes through, or you’ll be shoveling all afternoon.
Jump in snowdrifts if you must…
…but work our how you’re going to get up first.
And once you do get up…
Make sure your keys didn’t fall out of your coat pocket into the VERY DEEP SNOW-DRIFT.
Because you’re going to be the one digging through it to find them. No-one is going to help you.
But they will chronicle your misadventures on camera. Oh, yes.
And then it snowed another two inches on Monday morning. If I don’t check back in by next week, send someone. I might be in an even bigger snowbank somewhere, looking for my keys.
Tres amusant ma cherie. Overcast dull day here, I am a sad almost empty nester, but I have had a good laugh due to your photo essay!
Just right for a brandy and ginger!