It was easier to move me than to move the car so plans were altered and I set out on foot.
There were sounds of birds chirping and boots crunching and snow shovels scraping and kids playing. The main roads get plowed but side streets get sanded – eventually.
The cut out in the fence was back dropped by snow; usually the giraffe is green.
The bakery where I had planned to get a coffee had a "Sorry, Snowed In" sign on the door so I kept on walking. The thrift store was open so a browse happened but it felt so wonderful to be outdoors that I did not linger inside. This park is just down the street and a bench sit was considered but the depth of the snow leading to it was unknown – the wind had done much with drifting overnight – and I kept on walking.
If you have an empty pick up truck and you clear your driveway of snow…………
I had seen two boys throwing – underarm tossing, actually – huge snow chunks back and forth at each other and then came upon this scene in another park – a snow fort and sledding.
A rest stop. The snow on the roof was melting and had formed an overhang that was dripping but no icicles had formed; I think a bit colder temperature would have been needed.
One way to clear a parking lot – roll up a snowman.
I could see that the cafe to which I was headed was not 'snowed in' but very much open for business; however, this stopped me in my tracks and I stayed and watched. An igloo. Made by this man and two kids. From snow they packed into a plastic container like a dish pan and then cut into blocks with a saw and then stacked to form the shape. They'd been at it for several hours. It looked charming and many people – and dogs – were stopping by to chat and watch the progress and get a tour.
The inside of an igloo would have been an experience.
I opted for a hot chocolate instead. On the shortest day of the year.