Every morning I drive to work past this pond right by our home.
The last month or two, every morning I spy a few crazies out there on the ice.
They are ice fishing!
It looks pretty miserable to me, but whatever floats your boat… or… whatever you use for ice fishing.
Whatever warms your Longjohns?
Okay, this analogy is dying a swift death.
On Friday afternoon the blizzard that took New England by storm (*pun intended) arrived.
As soon as I woke up the next morning I peered out our bedroom window, and saw our cars buried beneath a thick, white blanket of snow.
Fortunately we kept our power throughout the storm, and didn’t lose any tree branches! We haven’t had the best of luck in that area.
Before the storm we lined our driveway with these orange poles, so we would know where our driveway ended and the yard started – very important if you are plowing your driveway.
Thankfully I’m married to Mister Prepared, and we had all the tools for a proper snow jailbreak.
Can you see our big marshmallow cars in the driveway?
My favorite part about blizzards is hunkering down with some warm food and pajamas.
We started the day off right with a big, hot breakfast.
Including my Granna’s recipe for homemade scones and coffee!
Anything to fuel the manpower to unearth our vehicles…
I brought our yardstick downstairs to measure the snow.
We had a whopping 28″ in the front walkway!
Everybody needs a good blizzard every once in a while!
I hope my New England friends are staying warm and dry!