Will This Winter Never End?!

We were eating breakfast, happy to have survived the Stormageddeon or Snow-pocalypse or Bombacyclone Megawetsnowiliciousness, when the phone rang. Bob was informed that the steel delivery truck was at the end of the driveway but his steel couldn't be delivered because there was a tree down. Bob went out to investigate and returned to tell me that two trees were down, all carefully coated in heavy wet snow.

This is the other side. Equally blocked! The steel (unfortunately) took a return ride back to Bridgeport, to be delivered on another day and Bob went to work with the chain saw.

This is the other, smaller cherry tree that cracked. It's sort of too bad as this one had a decorative sweep over the driveway and Bob liked it. This one cleaned up quickly as it wasn't all choked with vines and snow like the above cedar tree.
We were busily sawing and lopping (I chopped up the entangled vines and hauled limbs away) when our neighbor Meghan made a guest appearance and went to work helping drag debris off the driveway. She's been a really good friend in times of need- like when we first moved in and had major ice dams on our roof, causing leaking and general havoc. She pitched right in and held the ladder and called her father, who worked for the utility company to find out what we should do. Meghan called her father again today (and he's in Arizona where it's 85 degrees...) to ask about a branch that is (still) hung up in a tree at the side of the driveway. He said be careful. We're not going to mess with that and will call the utility company.
In the meantime we- maybe surprisingly- still have power and I was able to drive out to the store after lunch. It was slushy but passable and the road were clear. Several people have mentioned that we may get another storm on Monday next week. Where is spring?!?!?

Finding Nemo (On Your Doorstep)

Villkommen Nemo! Yeah, we're ready... we've got provisions. Bob filled plastic containers with water, and made bread and pea soup. I secured crunchy things in bags and a box of wine (seemed provision-y). We have two gigantic canisters of Trader Joe's coffee of which Bob thoughtfully pre-ground a goodly supply, just in case the power goes out. (That famous October snowstorm of 2011 left us with pounds of coffee that we tried to grind in a mortar and pestle. It took an hour to get the grounds fine enough.) We have a full bag of Doggy Wellness for Jules and a fresh bag of pelleted beet pulp and Equine Senior for Maggie. So bring on that snow.
I watched a few apocalyptic prognosticators on the weather channel, upping the ante as to size and shape of this storm. (Stop with the "Snowmaggedan" already!) There was an over-excited young woman in an oddly fitting green top, flailing and flapping her arms describing what may come. Her male counterpart was bald and stoic (with a zaftig mid-section) who kept drawing upward thrusting arrows to explain the path of the storm; they looked like sexual diagrams. One computer model had Boston being blessed with 60" of snow. They had to add that this was a program that meant this wasn't likely but COULD occur given just the right (or wrong) conditions. They still aren't certain what we're in for. It's snowing here, but not blizzard-like.
Not yet...

But our stream looked nice; all kind of partly froze up yet still flowing. The snow was too fine to photograph well this morning, but I'll try for a late afternoon white-out shoot out. I trust that all my beloved friends and family and fellow artists are at home in their studios and not driving around into some snow bank. Stay safe!