The Weatherman Was Right On.

We got slammed last night.  It started at 7 and the snow was coming

down like gangbusters from midnight on.

Naturally, our snowblower would not start and the 

snow in the driveway was at least 15 inches deep with high drifts.

 That called for a lot of shoveling.  I started a path at 6am and Gary finished taking it 

to the barn when he got up.  It had even drifted under the shed roof.

 Little Wonder

 and Phoebe

 were

 very happy to have a place

 to

 run around.

 They had a quick potty break when we got up, but had to wait until after 10

to be able to have a place to move that was not over their heads.

 The Bird of Paradise is slowly but surly popping.

 I can't tell you how many hours Gary shoveled today.

 He finally dug his car out and went down to the Village for his newspaper and gas.

While he was gone Jenny was kind enough to come up with her shovel to help us out.

 Her reward was a big bowl of homemade chicken/rice/lemon soup.

 I spent some time shredding paper for the stalls and did some reading/napping

this afternoon.  Gary could not keep his eyes open either.

 There was a little color in the sunset tonight, but most of the day was 

grey and frigid.  Lower teens and getting much colder tonight.

Tomorrow is supposed to be the coldest day out of the next 7.

I sure hope the sun comes out.

 Dinner was an instant replay of what we had last night

and it still tasted great.

Now it's time to get back out by the fire.

Night all.