It’s now approximately 10:40 am. The neighborhood looks like this:
We have about 14 inches of snow total, with a layer of hard ice at about the 1 ft mark, making it very difficult to walk unless you’re on a sidewalk or other frequented path. Yesterday the two youngest tried playing in the backyard but they ended up with cuts on their shins from the ice. The last picture shows a tree we lost near our garden. We wanted to get rid of the cypresses there anyway.
My DH has decided to walk the 2.15 miles over hill and dale to a nearby grocery store for provisions, including COFFEE! Truth be told, he was suffering from estrogen poisoning after being cooped up inside with all of us and he’s glad to be getting out. He brought his cell phone and there are a few drivers out and about should he get stuck and need to hitch a ride. I suggested that we all go, but he insisted that he didn’t want us to make the trek. Visions of pulling the girls (or my big butt) home on a sled if we ran out of steam probably were behind his refusal. Cheers!
My hero! My wonderful Dh just scored major extra bonus points. He’s home safe and warm. We have bread (which was way lighter than him carrying home a bag of flour so I could bake bread), coffee and a few other necessities.
I present, the ambrosia of the gods…
All is right with the universe again.