If you already live in Atlantic Canada, or if you have followed the national weather news, you already know that we were hit hard yesterday with a late winter, actually early spring, snow storm.
We had heard that there was a storm front coming in and the reports had said anywhere from 20-30 centimetres of snow, but damn, that storm hit us and hit us hard.
Yesterday morning, around 11, I went out and into the city for a job lead I had heard about. The drive in wasn’t too bad, but the city was far worse than the outlying areas and by the time I was on my way back home, the snow was starting to blow…hard. The radio was urging drivers to get off the roads and the wind was getting wicked and angry.
Businesses started to close early. Even my husband came home at 1:30 in the afternoon and let me tell you, he NEVER leaves work early. We decided to have a movie afternoon together. Both Hunger Games movies, back to back. When we finished the first one, we went from our living room out to the kitchen to get snacks, use the facilities, etc and we noticed that the side door to our house had been blown open by the wind and there was now a significant snow drift in our mud room.
Then we took these pictures from our garage:
It was unbelievable how much snow had accumulated in only a matter of hours. The snow continued to blow and the wind howled far into the night last night.
And then an amazing thing happened. Keisha, our 18 year old, waited until we all went to bed last night and then she single handedly shovelled the driveway. Our double driveway. I can’t tell you how grateful we were to get up this morning and find that the just over a foot of snow had been cleared already for us.
I’m so tired of this weather. I actually could feel my anxiety building yesterday as the storm kept on relentlessly pounding us and if real spring doesn’t happen soon, I don’t know what I’ll do with myself. Today I am hanging out with the kids who are still off from school, making comfort food like Boeuf Bourguignon and orange chocolate cake and just being thankful that we caught the indoor drift before it got worse than it was. Shovelling inside the house is never a fun activity.
Please, Mother Nature, give us a damn break. I hope the summer is equally long and relentless. Seriously.