Yep, that’s Mom running the snowblower (I TOLD her to get me up to help, but she doesn’t listen). Fortunately, my brother showed up with his truck a minute later:
It’s still coming down, I have to be at work in an hour (with a hill to go down and a hill to go back up – and a city parking lot to contend with), and this is our official measure:
I like snow – I like the way it looks, how it makes the world all clean again, for a few minutes anyway. I HATE driving in it, though.