I don't think we have to wonder if the groundhog saw his shadow today! It's going to take him several days just to burrow out of his hole. The pictures cannot convey the enormity of this blizzard. Those drifts are shoulder high. Not quite sure how I'm going to get to the garage where the snowblower is located. Tried to shovel a bit to take this picture, but didn't get to far as the snow is very heavy. It's overwhelming! See. This is why you need a well-stocked pantry! I leave you with this:
And, for the winter fireside meet,
Between the andirons' straddling feet,
The mug of cider simmered slow,
The apples sputtered in a row,
And, close at hand, the basket stood
With nuts from brown October's wood.
What matter how the night behaved?
What matter how the north-wind raved?
Blow high, blow low not all its snow
Could quench our hearth-fire's ruddy glow.
Romantic isn't it? Bet you Whittier had a hired hand to shovel his snow!