The "big" snow

The forecasts were in, all the TV weathermen agreed we were going to get hit by a monster snowstorm that would break records galore throughout the North Atlantic and New England states. Usually that includes us, but not this time. Yet, people still rushed to the store to buy milk, bread, meat, batteries, fire starter and all the comfort survival stuff.

We waited inside all day Saturday for the snow to start, but nothing came down until I went out to grill on the deck about 8 o'clock, but even then, I had to imagine what a real snowfall looked like. Cancellations were streaming across the bottom of the TV screen all evening in anticipation. Finally by 11 o'clock it looked like a normal snowstorm.

Long Island and the Connecticut coast took the brunt of the accumulation for us and we only got about 9 inches. It was too much to shovel but a good challenge for the snow blower. Together we broke the surface making our own tracks as we trudged up and down the driveway for a couple of hours clearing our way to civilization should the town plow come by to let us out.

We are tucked away on a cul-de-sac along with about 20 other houses. Not a high priority thoroughfare, but then that's one of the reasons we moved here. The simple beauty of the tracks in the snow say so much and is why we carry a camera with us now whenever we go out. While the top couple of inches have since either settled or evaporated, we still have enough for a white Christmas. Who knows, maybe God will even top it off for us Christmas Eve to give us another simply beautiful morning.