Well, it took all day, but we’re finally plowed out of the biggest snowstorm that Jim has ever seen (it’s certainly the biggest storm I’ve ever seen, but that’s not saying much, since my pre-marriage exposure to snow was mostly limited to frosty grass). We got at least 25 inches of new snow on top of the foot we already had on the ground. Which meant that our back deck had snow piles taller than the girls:
Jim was in his glory, using various machines to try to deal with the massive accumulation.
Unfortunately, even his normally-capable Ranger wasn’t getting it done, and we were thoroughly stuck. Even a professional plow truck that was driving by attempted to dig us out, to no avail. Jim warned me not to go into labor today, and I told him I’d do what I could.
We eventually had to call in the cavalry – that is, Jim’s dad’s tractor. Dad brought the tractor down on a trailer this evening and finally freed us from our personal Antarctica. The girls and I watched the progress from our dry, warm vantage point. Three cheers for Pappy’s tractor!
Glad you are all safe, healthy and warm.
Oh how I would LOVE a true old time snow day!! They were soooo much fun as a kid, and the thought of it makes me feel like a kid again. 🙂 🙂 I suppose it’s not quite as exciting when you’re pregnant and have that “fear” of going into labour early… glad all is well!
I suggest bundling up and going out and digging a fort with the girls… 😉
Your experience takes me back to the days when I was young and we got heavy snow falls. It was a kids paradise, particularly when school got canceled.
Love Grampy
Ready for even more?