If I had not busted out on Thursday with four hours of shoveling, I would probably still be stuck behind a wall of snow on the driveway.
I kind of thought the snow would all be gone by the time I got back. Not even close. The driveway down to the cozy cabin is still buried in a foot of snow. Tomorrow I will go have a closer look.
More snow is diagnosed for tonight and then again mid-week. I think I'm gonna be needing me a real snow shovel for the rest of this winter.
In my short duration here it is unheard of for the snow to last for a solid week after it falls.
A test of endurance continues. The power went out again while I was gone. One of the PVC pipe plumbing vents on the roof of the resident gardeners house is bent at an angle of brokenness from the snow sliding off the roof. The icemaker water line leaked through the basement ceiling when I turned the well back on. I'm not sure if the furnace is behaving oddly or if I am being skittish as it warms a house that was 44 degrees upon my return. I left the thermostat at 55.
Crawford finally appeared two hours after dark. Collar came home shortly after I got home and called for them. I still have two kitties thank goodness. Those big foot prints with claws all around below the deck had me concerned. I bet the hounds were running the grounds again. The tracks were too big for a coyote and too small for a bear. Just right for a hound dog.
The partially melted snow has revealed one severely damaged juniper below the deck and I have not even checked the rest of the ridge top garden.
I should count my blessings though. The drive along I-40 between here and Asheville looked like a hurricane had gone through. The number of downed and damaged trees, mostly pines was astounding.
All those mangled trees out there and the half fallen Black Locust here is still hung up in the other tree and poised to crush the apple tree or anything else below it it at any time.
Is this how winter is really supposed to be?