|This is in our front yard, right on top of where Lily's garden grows.|
Of course he was all right. A face full of snow isn't pleasant, but it is recoverable. The cold doesn't help either. It was -26˚C with a windchill of -39˚C. Ouch.
Chris is shoveling every day. The kids are indoors for recess and morning arrival more than they're out. Our backyard has almost disappeared.
|The bird bath and compost container have almost completely disappeared under the snow.|
Makes for some great opportunities to eat bread and soup more often, though. Mmmm, this artisan bread that I first read about here is the cat's meow. No horrible kneading memories from my youth. "Mommmmm. My arms are tired. I can't knead it anymoooooooore." That was me whining because I hate kneading bread. Now I never will again. I'll leave that up to Nana and Lily who do a fine job that way.