unbelievable

Surprise.  It snowed again.  Wednesday night we got about another foot . . . on top of whatever we'd had before.  Observe:

First Snow:

Second Snow: 

Latest Snow:

Where is my house?  Back there somewhere behind all those snowy trees.  And each time we have our driveway plowed.  And each time it fills up like you wouldn't believe.  

We both went to work on Thursday.  Matt had parked on the street the night before since his work is vital and life-changing and hospitals never shut down.  So he left the house around six swinging a snow shovel and dug the car out.  That took an hour.   And when he picked me up from work that night, the car still had a foot of snow on the roof, like a mohawk.  I wanted to take a picture of it, but we hit a bump in our driveway and all of the snow slid onto the windshield.  It was like driving through a carwash.  

Around seven I left the house to meet my ride on the street.  I took these pictures of our winter wonderland while walking, thankful that Matt had already been that way and I could follow in his footsteps, which he made extra close together just for little old me.  

There's a road somewhere out there . . .

It's hard to tell from a picture how deep the snow is, but to me it just looks so different.  I really noticed it when we walked out our kitchen door.  Our large tree was more like a canopy, with the branches bent down so far the ends were stuck in the snow.

This is the tree in the fall, with our Very Tall Friend standing next to it.

 And in the winter:

It's safe to say that we are moving South after this residency is over.