Après la Tempête

It wasn't the greatest storm ever, but it was great enough. So, what comes after the storm, après la tempête. Actually, it was all very normal out there. The roads were clear enough. Secondary roads like ours were snow-packed but drivable. Major throughfares were largely down to pavement.

I was slightly early to meet the photo boys for coffee, so I detoured up to the neighbourhood park. Unfortunately, not much snow was sticking to the trees, but there was a bit on some branches.

The same was true at Riverside Park, but there was some on the very distant trees by the boat house across the river. So, I stood on the road by the park, zoomed mightily, and got this.

I met with the lads for two hours, and then Sue and I went for a walk to our park after I returned to the fold.

Some good-hearted local denizen has blown a path though the drifts.
I don't know why the town won't do this for us, but
praise be for good-hearted neighbours

The temperature was hovering around -18C/0F. We just call it the Old Zero from being brought up in ancient, fahrenheit times. It's hard to explain to non-Canucks, but those are delightful walking conditions when it is bright and calm and when the snow is freshly fallen.

When we arrived back home, I took my first photo of the rising snow field on our front lawn. Many will recall that last year, the pile extended well beyond my 6' height. I don't have a reference marker, other than the stakes for the blower people, but it will do for now.

I haven't measured the two markers for the snow contractors,
but I think they are about 4' tall, and the snow in the
middle of the yard is approaching that height.