Although I really don't have as much to complain about this winter as some folk do, I thought I'd share the latest winter storm with you. Because in Canada, this is what we do, complain about the snow, and then proudly show it off to anyone who's foolish enough to listen.
Here's the view of the front path yesterday morning, around 9:30. It was snowing. That little drift is in a spot where snow always accumulates - some peculiarity of the geography of wind, walls and the road, I suppose.
By about 5:00 in the afternoon, it looked like this:
And this morning, we awoke to the lovely scene below. Note the driveway at the top left (see it? It's the white thing). Mrs. Ricardipus had already shoveled a foot of snow off it yesterday.
I have to leave you now. There's a shovel with my name on it, hanging on the garage wall, drumming its fingers impatiently.