Yesterday we got something like eleven inches of heavy, packable snow. That means shoveling was, well, hard but also satisfying. I prefer the wet snow to the dry stuff that blows everywhere and won’t stay on the shovel long enough for you to dump it.
Heavy snow also means snow sculptures, and I made a couple little igloo-like structures and then put candles in them. They were very pretty but hard to take decent pictures of. I tried.
Now the sun is out, the streets are clear, and I really need to get back to my novel.