Finally. Summer. I cannot wait.

I'm looking forward to all that rain.

Patience, patience, my dear Dr. W, patience.
All things come to those who wait.
etc., etc., ...

I can't leave my house (at least that's what I'm telling work). The snow is 26 inches deep against the front door. But I could go out the sliding door and jump off the 2nd floor deck.

Open the door and take a picture for us! I want to see the wall of snow.

I want to see a big, deep snow angel.

I thought I made these both the same size, but apparently not.

The first one is the front door (which opens outward) and the second is looking through the door at the driveway. They were taken about two hours ago.

You might notice that the floor under the door is not level.

My wife's going to have some shoveling to do today!

Damn that there is some good insulation!

Oh. My. Gawd.

It's beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. But no I don't want to go out in it.

When my wife gets in from shoveling I'll ask her how it is. The last time I looked out the snow was up to her waist.

I saw a frog, and I asked him how deep the snow was. He said...

Your poor wife! I bet she beats you with that shovel while you sleep. :lol:

Seriously, as a woman, what's the point of getting married if the man doesn't shovel the snow and kill the bugs? Huh? ;)

I'm usually the one who does the shoveling around here...but its because I am really ocd about snow removal.

Awesome! Thanks for the pictures. It's more impressive than I had imagined.

82 Degrees today. God it is great to live in the South. I don't miss the snow. I can always visit the snow.

Snow blitz here in Ohio.

Cold, snowy, blowy. Was evil looking outside yesterday with a red sky in the morning and the evening.

Supposed to get dumped on and today is the day son is moving out. He's started already which is a relief.

This has been a typical New Year.
Low, overcast sky. Warm(ish) but with a bit of a biting wind.
By which I mean, when you go out in flip flops your toes will turn pink.

My most hated, horrible weather at pretty much my most hated horrible time of year.

I'm not big on Spring, as it is wet and muddy and everyone else is quoting drug-addled poets. And the sun is low in the sky and makes me sneeze (same as Autumn, but Autumn is pretty).

But at least you can see the coming leaves and flowers in Spring. New Year is neither here nor there. Typically in England it is no frost, no fog, no sparkles, no snow. Just the scrag end of Christmas with soggy grey cardboard put out for the bin-men and sad porridgey skies reflecting everyone's return to Puritanism after the blaze of colour that was Yuletide.

There.
Got that off my chest.
See you about half past May.