The Winter of '15

It was a winter to remember.  (Still is, actually.  Although a 38 degree day yesterday--which felt like shorts weather--did a little damage to the piles.)

When your kids can stand on top of the piles after the 38 degree day and still tower over you, you know you've gotten 100" of snow in a month.

When you take your life in your hands every time you turn out of your driveway (not *really* being sure that oncoming traffic is absent, seeing as the drifts at the curb are too high to permit visibility), you know it's been storming.

When you hold your breath passing by oncoming cars on a road that was way too narrow *before* snow was encasing it, you are ready for spring.

When you live in the 'burbs rather than the city and your city friends actually have nowhere else to physically put the snow and have to shovel what they can well over their own height, well, you're more content with that long commute you make to church every week.

There is a swingset under there...and that is not trick angle photography...

The mail comes...sometimes.

Owen has taking to sliding down the sides of these...there's a tall rhododendron bush under this pile!

Ice dams are a problem.  We haven't had leaking yet, but many have.

The boys go into their cave under the patio table.

"Where's Eden???"  says mom.  Oh, there she is; just shinnied up the snow mountain!

Even the littles can climb trees with a snow stool!

Double decker yard