This morning, I debated whether or not I needed to wear a coat to work, which is funny considering 1. it’s November and 2. This week last year, we were buried in our house under a solid 6′ of snow.
I remember being so excited about the potential of a big snowstorm when I saw the forecast of an estimated 2′ overnight that Monday, hopeful that Luke might get a snow day the next day and we could all stay home as a family. Little did I know that I would get my wish x5! Five days, a total of 7′ of snow, and a bit of cabin fever later, we survived the “Snovember” storm.
It’s difficult to put into words or show in photos exactly how impressive this snow storm was. That photo above was taken from our front window of our house at the time, looking across the street to our neighbors’ house. Later, we would lose our view across the street completely.
Speaking of streets… this is what ours looked like for all 5 days of the storm. Completely buried under waist-deep snow with the exception of a few sled-tracks and footprints from people trying to make their way to and from the convenient store down the street. Luke made said trek a couple times for snow storm essentials like milk, chips, and beer.
To try to put it in perspective, that snow drift is coming off of our neighbor’s garage roof and spilling over onto our yard over the fence. If you look closely, you can see the baby swing hanging from the tree, touching the snow below. (The swing was hung about 4′ off the ground). This photo was taken towards the middle of the storm when the snow had let up for a couple hours.
While being snowed in for 5 days was just a little much, it really was wonderful to be able to spend so much time at home together!
“Snowvember” holds some fun memories, but I don’t think I’m quite ready to experience something on that level again. I’ll take 60 degrees over 6 feet of snow any day!