Well, I probably didn’t sled much, other than being pulled around the yard, which I am sure I enjoyed. When I was a little older, however, I had to beg mom and dad to drive me to the nearest hill, which was the side of the ramp of a bridge downtown. How lucky Mona is she does not know.
Yesterday the village snow-crew was out bright and early with their back-hoe, blower, and a dump truck trying to get rid of some of the snow in the field next to our house. The back-hoe digs it out and piles it into the street where the blower blows it into the back of a dump-truck which drives it away and dumps it in the river.
They only did half the field, leaving us with a nice packed down play area. On the front wall we dug some snow caves for Mona, who is still too young apparently to enjoy the idea of an intricate maze of caves dug in snow. On the back side we have a perfect pitched sledding course with amazing views.
In the photo below you can see the brown roof of our house. peeking up above the snow. The snow there is literally more than two stories deep. I go out every time it snows and dig just enough to make sure it is not touching the eves of the roof, which will break under the weight. I have given up on trying to keep the area in front of the second floor windows cleared.
With a few warm days in a row though, and thanks to the village snow crew, we do get some sunlight into the living room again now. And since it will likely not snow nearly as much anymore, we have removed the boards from the second floor kitchen window, which we put there in December to make sure the windows didn’t break from the weight of the snow.
Hopefully the sunlight in the kitchen will now provide a little warmth to thaw the pipes and we will once again be able to use the kitchen sink.