It's being reported that we'll receive 5-10 cm of snow with winds gusting at 43 km/hr. I can hear the wind whistling around me as I type, while ghostly thumps, knocks and clanks creep up from the basement of this old, decrepit house. We're keeping cozy (me, Gina and the cats) but I can't help feeling slightly unsettled as I'm still getting used to being somewhat remote, and the view from my window indicates that I'll have to pull out the tractor to empty the laneway; not to mention that there's a 15-minute drive on snow covered, country roads before I come in contact with someone who can make me a hot chocolate. I really appreciate the city's convenience in times like these. Ah well, I could be in Nunavut. (Sorry Karen! I'm thinking of you today!)
Gina and I went for a quick frolic this morning to investigate what we're up against here.
Bundled and ready to go!
I captured the disappointment on Gina's face as she gazed into her snow-filled bowl.
The laneway at 9:30am
She likes to take mouth-fulls of snow while bounding though it.
Corn stumps under a blanket of snow.