It makes a change from the freezing seas
Indeed, it is snowing. I left the house through drifts that came up past my knees. I took my camera.

Early in the morning, before the snow really got going.

Later in the afternoon, when the going had been got.

For the first time all winter, I had to leave the house wearing my leather jacket instead of corduroy. It did not occur to me to take a picture of the drifts past my knees, but our street had been ploughed in only the most technical sense—it was actually blocked by a car that had stalled out sideways in the snow a few houses down from ours; the hood was up and the driver was on the phone—and most of the side streets presented the same slogging prospect.

I liked the lighting of snow against the brick. Not pictured: the two people who went by the end of the street on skis.

I liked the reflection, too: a pane of winter. Gerda, look behind it for Kay.

It wasn't quite whiteout conditions, but the end of School Street disappeared in the snow.

By way of postscript, the counterpoint to this morning.
By the time I returned, the third-floor neighbors were heroically clearing the thigh-high drifts between our front door and the merely ankle-high drifts of the street; I offered a hand, was assured they had it under control, related my parents' story of moving up from Philly just in time for the Blizzard of '78 to the neighbor who was shouting with each shovelful, "Why did I move to Boston?" It is still snowing, clouds and snow-wreaths skirling in the streetlight. I feel I should be watching Scott of the Antarctic (1948). I believe the plan for tonight is actually Ice Station Zebra (1968).

Early in the morning, before the snow really got going.

Later in the afternoon, when the going had been got.

For the first time all winter, I had to leave the house wearing my leather jacket instead of corduroy. It did not occur to me to take a picture of the drifts past my knees, but our street had been ploughed in only the most technical sense—it was actually blocked by a car that had stalled out sideways in the snow a few houses down from ours; the hood was up and the driver was on the phone—and most of the side streets presented the same slogging prospect.

I liked the lighting of snow against the brick. Not pictured: the two people who went by the end of the street on skis.

I liked the reflection, too: a pane of winter. Gerda, look behind it for Kay.

It wasn't quite whiteout conditions, but the end of School Street disappeared in the snow.

By way of postscript, the counterpoint to this morning.
By the time I returned, the third-floor neighbors were heroically clearing the thigh-high drifts between our front door and the merely ankle-high drifts of the street; I offered a hand, was assured they had it under control, related my parents' story of moving up from Philly just in time for the Blizzard of '78 to the neighbor who was shouting with each shovelful, "Why did I move to Boston?" It is still snowing, clouds and snow-wreaths skirling in the streetlight. I feel I should be watching Scott of the Antarctic (1948). I believe the plan for tonight is actually Ice Station Zebra (1968).

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It's wonderful to come in after being out and to have something warm to drink (in my case, instant cocoa with rum!)
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I rememember remembering the Blizzard of '78 if that makes sense. I don't actually rememember it but I remember talking to/listening to my mom talk about going out in it with me in my new pink snowsuit.
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But happily it was indeed not wet. So at least tomorrow the car probably will be covered in mostly snow, rather than ice.
I hope we get some warm weather before much more snow comes, as opposed to half a decade ago when we kept getting clobbered, and MA ran out of room for plowed snow, and the outside unit for our central air got iced over and needed rescuing. (Tip: pour water slowly over ice for best effect, otherwise most of water will run off without accomplishing anything. You can try this on your own, such as on a plane flight, when you have a cup full of ice and a can or cup of soda/juice, and compare dumping it all over the ice or slowly dripping/dribbling it over targeted bits of ice.)
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We had a beautifully sunny, though cold, day here, and I was actually wondering earlier if we're going to get through the whole winter without any snowfall at all. I did see a little up at my mother's before and after Christmas, but even that was only just barely enough to cover the ground.
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I'm seeing posts from Canada, the US, Finland and Russia and we seem to be the only place with no snow!
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