Early but not still

It's 6:40 am and already Bill has been out shoveling for about an hour. He is diligently knocking the snow from our hedge because we really don't want to lose it and have to see our neighbor's crappy yard after this season. Even with his efforts, the nearly 10' tall hedge of Euonymous is bowing to the ground. The 70+ year old Yew that dominates our front looks crushed under the snow. The young plum tree has snow drifting up to its lowest branches

Bill tried to go back to bed but WeeC is up and adamant that things happen. She's not sure what should be happening, but she wants it now. Too bad she's too little to shovel, though I have it on good authority that she will not be willing to shovel by the time she is competent. WeeE is now up - wanting food, snacks, waffles, bacon, pear, banana, EVERYTHING. She's an eating machine. WeeC won't be put down without screaming.

Now it is 7 am, the coffee is ready, and so starts the weekend of being housebound with the Wees.

Comments

[Auntie M]

Actually, I saw two girls out shoveling with their day this afternoon and making good headway. They were maybe early teens and had been set to work on the snowdam that the plow had very kindly left blocking the entire Cul-de-sac that my in-laws live on.