The drifting snow on the country roads made the last two miles the hardest of my 25 mile commute, and a normal 45 minute trip took me an hour longer. Luckily, the snow was light and fluffy, so I was able to negotiate the drifts in my driveway and blocking my garage door.
This morning, I stepped outdoors to check the thermometer:
And, how deep is the snow this morning?
"THIS deep, Mom!"
Holly inspects the drifting snow. Lab-certified as safe to drive through.
Deli, waiting impatiently for her morning hay.