I am not a fan of cold and dark days, but I do love me some snow. Admittedly, I was more than a bit jealous yesterday as friends across the state triumphantly announced that snow was falling at their homes. Even in Richmond, of all places. I saw only a few random flakes throughout the day and had all but given up on our reaching any appreciable snow amounts. Then, around 3:30pm, the storm made its way to Staunton and just sat on top of us. And sat. And sat. As much as I love a good winter snow, I worried somewhat about my morning commute to Harrisonburg, and all the scraping and shoveling I’d have to do in the early dawn hours.
On the other hand, I still get a thrill out of dropping my little plastic ruler into the freshly fallen snow to make an “official” record of the snowfall event. Just after dawn this morning, I put on my boots – ruler in hand – and padded out to the porch only to discover:
Now, drive-by occurrences are not unheard of in a neighborhood such as mine. But this is my first drive-by snow shoveling incident. And, yes – I was thrilled that someone did all that heavy work for me (and I honestly don’t know who did it); however, it kind of took the joy out my snow recording regimen. The only undisturbed area was the strip of snow running across my roof like a mohawk. I could barely reach it, suggesting that the perpetrator was about my height (just a little fact for future sleuthing reference). The official amount: 7.5 inches. Not too shabby. Now, let’s just hope it’s the last of the season.
And good thing I made my cold frame lid snow and cat resistant. It looks like I was hit by a little of both. ***Those are Pujah’s paw prints, for the record. He’s the only of my felines willing to get his feet wet.