Friday, 4:45 PM: The snow started two hours ago--earlier than predicted. Really looking forward to seeing some snow this winter. . . .
5:24 PM: I wonder where the deer will hunker down. They're predicting between 2 and 3 feet. . . .
7:22 AM: It is so peaceful....serene.....these birds, at least, have some cover in the ivy. . . .
7:36 AM: No longer can see the lambs in the creche in woods. . . .
7:37 AM: I've posted this update on Twitter and Facebook so family and friends can follow along. You can barely see the front gate. Snow is clinging to the front window. . .
7:38 AM: Wish the lawn chairs looked like this in July! But not the rest of the Arbor. . . .
7:39 AM: Snow covering the screen has blocked Poetry's view. . . .
7:40 AM: Had to take this photo for Hugues in France and tease him that he and Marie would not enjoy having dinner in our Arbor today. . . .
7:47 AM: At my desk now. Enjoying the birds at the feeder in the window, but saw this squirrel leaving. I don't think he's been able to jump up into the feeder now that we've moved it to this window. Maybe he's eating the seeds that fall to the ground. . . .
9:04 AM: Birds are having to wait their turn at the feeder. . . .
9:04 AM: Poetry is enjoying them, too. . . .
10:03 AM: I've had to shovel the path from the back door to the yard for Gabriel for the second time this morning. His short legs can't get down the snow-filled steps. . . .
10:11 AM: Can't believe how much more snow has fallen in less than 3 hours. . . .
10:45 AM: I'm reading Susan Branch's chapter on Beatrix Potter in A Fine Romance. I tweeted a picture of the page to her and she retweeted it. . . .
11:59 AM: Maybe the birds will take shelter in the creche. I see one now. . . .
11:59 AM: Caught this squirrel in mid-leap!. . . .
12:00 PM: This Cardinal is waiting his turn at the feeder. . . .
12:05 PM: Those Robins are still sitting in that bush near the garage. I don't understand why they won't take shelter in the Arborvitae where they'll be protected from the wind. . . .
12:08 PM: These are the birds waiting for their turn at the bird feeder. . . .
12:08 PM: I'm having lunch at the little table by the bay window. I have a clear view of what's happening outside the bird feeder. The squirrel IS eating the fallen seed while one of the birds in the feeder gets ready to take off to make room for another. . . .
12:48 AM: I'm back at my desk with the telephoto lens trying to capture the birds up close. . . .
1:09 PM: Even the birdhouse is "snowed in". . . .
1:11 PM: Caught the squirrel again. He's always so quick I usually miss the shot. . . .
2:56 PM: Those lawn chairs are going to disappear soon. . . .
2:56 PM: Blue glass on the shelf across this window stand out against the gray and white outside. . . .
3:23 PM: Went out to shovel Gabriel's path some more. These are tops of fence posts. Aren't these cute?!. . . .
3:25 PM: The snow has collected on the pickets in a pattern. . . .
7:01 PM: Gabriel keeps wanting to go out and lick the snow. He doesn't stay long because it's so COLD out there (5 degrees predicted for overnight) . . . .
Sunday, 7:53 AM: The snow stopped falling around 9:00 last night. We woke up to the sun shining. The white you see in the midst of the glow is snow on the Ridge. . . .
9:00 AM: Here is our official snow count. . . .
10:41 AM: We've been shoveling for a while. Too much snow for the plow to be of any use except to scrape the pavement. . . .
1:47 PM: This is how much we've shoveled since this morning. . . .
1:49 PM: Went out again. We cleared a space for the car to pull out of the garage and turn around and then started on a foot path down to the street. After we get a path, we'll start widening it for the car. This is how far Ken got from the house with the path today. . . .
1:49 PM: This is how far we have to go. That last patch of white down at the bottom before the trees is the street, which hasn't been plowed yet either. . . .
1:49 PM: I was glad to see deer tracks in the snow. I guess they did fine and can walk in it without too much difficulty. . . .
This is where I started! You can compare this photo with the first one. The snow comes almost up to the fleur-de-lis on the fence and the bistro table and chairs in front of it are entertaining a whole lot of snow. . . .
Here is a photo Olivia's parents sent of her playing in the snow at their house. She's inspecting the snow angel her mother made for her. . . .
Just as I was finishing this post my resident squirrel obliged me with a little play in the snow. He probably realizes he can't live on stray bird seed and is looking for those acorns he buried. . . .
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