I am so glad that I didn’t have to go out on Saturday. It’s a good thing I’m paranoid about reading and listening to weather forecasts even though I find that they are never accurate. It’s better to be safe and warm than cold and sorry. We got our first dump of the white fluffy stuff. Yes, it snowed. A LOT! While I enjoy tramping through the snow in its pristine condition, my back and arms will not thank me for it. Moving that amount of snow by shovel requires a sound heart and tight muscles, most of which I do not have, and I won’t even venture to wonder about the ticker. It looks like we’ll have a white Christmas after all. Well not me, I’ll be on vacation, in a hot, sunny Caribbean country. No winter wonderland for me this Christmas. Oh well, I won’t consider it a complete loss since I’ve got January, February, March and who knows perhaps even April to have my fill of the deep freeze, fluffy white stuff or not.

Got to go and get me some warm milk. Shovelling snow is hard work and requires several hours of selfish tlc after that. See below if you don’t believe me.

The backyard.

The backyard.

You can't even see the steps.

You can’t even see the steps.

My mini mountain of snow.

My mini mountain of snow.

Poor tree.

Poor tree.

A close up view from the ground up.

A close up view from the ground up.

A Field of snow.

A Field of snow.