Last night, the forecast was for three to five inches of heavy snow, which is always bad news, so The Squire brought down fire wood, and dragged the snow shovels out of the barn.
We got about two inches of snow, and then it turned to rain. By lunchtime, it was all over but the slush.
Eldest Daughter lives fifteen miles north of us, and they got about seven inches. Her husband took the truck and left for work, so she had to shovel the entire drive, and she is such a fuss-budget that she will shovel all the way to the very, very edge of the drive. Not as long as ours, but long enough. She had an errand which absolutely had to be done, weather or no, so she took her car out to the main highway – about a mile. She said she was all over the road both coming and going. Fortunately, she has anti-lock brakes, and they were “stuttering all the way”.
Our youngest daughter lives in Virginia, and they always get a lot more snow than we do. They got five inches on Sunday, and then a quarter inch of freezing rain. In her email at 9:30 this morning she said they already had three and a half inches, and it was still coming down.
So much for moving south for better weather.
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