Blizzard of 2015!

It was a lovely Monday morning that suddenly, and with much expected, pomp and circumstance, the day had morphed into “The Blizzard of 2015!” Panic arrived at the grocery store, the Packie, (New England for liquor store), and tempers mounted at the gas stations, as hearty New Englanders jocked and braced for 2-3 feet of snow, depending on where you live. It is no surprise, I live where 3 feet of expected snow raged and fell heartily and steadily for two days and two nights.

If you live in New England, as they old saying goes, “if you don’t like the weather, wait a minute and it will change.” It did change with the fury of 1000 winds, as snowflakes danced determinedly, gracefully, purposefully, and endlessly to the startlingly white covered ground. Even knowing the snow was coming, it arrived at an alarmingly fast pace; relentlessly, dramatically and unceasingly, until bedtime last night.

My sons declared it the “best snowfall, ever,” well at least for now. They suited up and as surely as New Englanders know the weather will change, we also know that we must also buckle up and get about the cleaning up after surviving the storm. Be it, hurricanes, wind gale seas, flooding, or snowing, we must get our outer gear on and start to shoveling, period. My sons made me proud and we tackled the Blizzard of 2015, with zeal, delight, and vigor, shoveling our way out of the storm, sort of , mostly just to the street where the plows pushed it back on the driveway. But hey, that’s still progress. We can know see the street.

What could be the reward for working so hard, you ask? Well if your 9 and 12-year-old boys; white and milk chocolate chip pancakes. Yum, and they did shovel for two hours, well what is a mother to do? I sat back, ate an omelette (just looking at the pancakes hurt my teeth). Indeed eggs and coffee may just pull me through the next few days, as school was canceled for another day. Can’t say as I blame them, it’s a blizzard out there, haven’t you heard?

Yup, the Blizzard of 2015, (so far), has come and gone. I’d say we should just continue to count our blessings for being warm, safe, fed, shoveled out, and loved. 

The door opens, snow has arrived.

The door opens, snow has arrived.

Shoveling begins at the door.

Shoveling begins at the door.

The Blizzard rages on.

The Blizzard rages on.

Neither sleet nor rain.

Neither sleet nor rain.

Marshmallow snow mounds.

Marshmallow  fluff snow mounds.

Just Rewards.

Just Rewards.

3 comments

  1. Aditix · January 28, 2015

    Lovely pictures. Keep warm. 🙂

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    • artistspromenade · January 28, 2015

      Thanks for reading. Now that winter really feels like it’s here to stay, I’m going to be drinking a lot more tea. I suppose that means I should curl up with a good book too. 🙂

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    • artistspromenade · February 4, 2015

      Doing my best. 5 ft. of snow and more to follow tomorrow. The blessing, I am trying to find one each day for the snowy, mounds of white that surround my yard, is that it is so cold that the snow is light and fluffy, mostly. Thanks for visiting.

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