Our geography made us fortunate. Ten to fourteen inches of snow were predicted, but only eight or so fell. Our location in the hills of Worcester County gave us enough altitude, so while the snow was excellent for snowballs and snow people it was not back breakingly heavy to shovel. The colder temperatures from altitude and being a couple of hours inland also helped to keep our trees and power lines in their upright positions. It was not so for many areas closer to the coast or farther to the north.
Once the worst of it was over, I began to shovel. (Despite Chuck’s best efforts, the snow blower’s in the shop.) Along the way, I took photographs as an excuse to rest!
Looking out the kitchen window, under the hemlocks, toward the old clothesline
Hemlock branches and cones dripping under the weight of the snow
Looking down the driveway from the dooryard
Snow clinging to every surface