It Keeps Coming . . .

. . . and coming and coming. The plows are keeping the roads clear. Fortunately we don't Have to go out our back doors so we have just let the snow pile up on the deck ~ with the following results. Although some of the other pictures are impressive as well.

This is right outside our back door. You can see a bit of the rail and tell how high it is. Turning to my left the picture was of a wall of snow. I can't see over or beyond it. The picture below is of icicles that are hanging off the roof. They usually melt away instead of dropping so that is good.

This is a view off our front deck looking toward our neighbor's. The tiny grey triangle in the center of the picture is the way they get to the street. Getting out of their house is a little scary.

This is the view out my kitchen windows. You can see the window sill - and in the summer, if we open the window we can pass food to and from the deck at that level. Gives you an idea of how much snow is out there. Dean says, "When summer comes . . . " When he finished, I asked him to repeat the first phrase. I needed to hear that someone else still thinks summer's coming is a very real possibility. Sun is shining this morning. We take it when we can get it this year.