|Parting the snow sea.|
Thirty-five years, almost to the day, after DH and I survived the Blizzard of '78, we have renewed our New England weather bragging rights. From early Friday, February 8, until the afternoon of the next day, fierce winds flung 24.9 inches of snow at us, the fifth deepest snowfall on record. The good news is that we did not lose power, as we did during Hurricane Sandy, when a Norway maple tree on the next block toppled onto a power line.
|My car is under there, somewhere.|
|Clearing the sidewalks.|
|A traffic island becomes a very short piste.|