Words cannot adequately describe what it's like to watch a couple of feet of snow fall from the sky over the course of a couple days. We hunkered down for the weekend and I couldn't help but think of the book, The Long Winter, by Laura Ingalls Wilder that I read when I was a kid. Roads were impassable and roofs were weighed down with the burden of the wet, heavy snow. The snow reached the bottom of our front window, completely covered our deck, and took down a huge tree limb in our backyard, destroying the wooden sitting area. Thankfully we were well stocked on groceries and had no cause to go anywhere, though I'm not sure what we would've done if we had an emergency. We are all struggling with being sick of snow, sick of the cold weather, and sick of being sick. It has been such a long, difficult winter, and looks like there's no end in sight.
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