How nice that we should start the first of December with a howling snow storm.
This is prairie winter: not your big fat flakes falling gently, but hard icy snow slicing horizontally with a stiff wind; no quiet hiss of steady accumulation, but the rushing roar of wind and weather blowing billows of crystals everywhere. We’ll have thick drifts against the house before this is done.
I’m glad to be sitting quietly in a warm house, and I think I’ll put on another pot of hot coffee. Later, when it dies down though…then comes the cold feet and the tired shoulders that go with shoveling snow. At least this stuff tends to be dry and light and fairly easy to heave.