So what does any smart, intelligent Wisconsinite do when faced with a day off of work because there was 14+ inches of snow dumped on her homestead?
She goes outside and takes pictures (with a little prodding from her loving husband, of course).
It would seem that the roof of the deck was of no help whatsoever during this particular storm.
By the time I got to the top of the stairs, I was a foot deep in the white stuff.
Don’t see the bottom step? Yeah, I didn’t either and slipped right off of it.
No, no, I’m OK, thank you for your concern.
Snowplows in our neighborhood are an endangered species.
They are very rarely seen. Good thing we have enough food and essentials or we’d be goners.
I have to admit, the woods do seem to have something magical about them when covered in this white blanket.
Our driveway is somewhere around here.
My poor Charlie Brown tree, hanging his head in resignation of all heavy, wet snow that’s coming down.
But this poor fellow has it really bad. Practically laying down on the job.
How else did I spend my day? I baked homemade hamburger and brat buns for my wonderful husband to thank him for removing all that snow from the driveway even though his back was killing him.
And then I grilled burgers on the deck for supper, after which he promptly laid down on the couch and said he was not moving until April.
It’ll probably take us that long to get plowed out.