It doesn't seem that long since I was posting about last year's snows (ou sont les neiges d'antan?), yet here we are again, watching the white flakes come hurtling from the sky. Last night all I could see to photograph were the darkness and the droplets coming down. The only things visible were our brave little Christmas lights.
Today, though, we are left with sun and at least two feet of snow, which I just attempted to shovel. Now I know why people are stricken with heart attacks when shoveling stuff like this. It's heavy, cement-like, and I was exerting myself as much as a hay-baler out there.
Still, this is my Midwestern weather, and I love it. That's the paradox of life around here. :)