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Winter Storm

The city of Minneapolis is out there, a third of the way down in the center of the picture.  Off to the left, you cannot see the airport, either.

It was not our first snow of the season, but it was our most determined.  It has been difficult to measure, because of the wind-drifts, but it was adequate.

Neighborhood birds knew that the only food was in the trees, or in feeders, and they were ready for a little socialism.  "Those who has extra in the garage should share with those who is hungry", so we did.  They aren't lazy birds.  They are willing to work, but sometimes circumstances work against you!  You know?

The plants are gone from our west-facing deck (looking down the hill, toward where the airport used to be, before the storm) so in winter we hang painted wooden decorations which I found at Nordstrom's, or Bloomingdale's (or maybe it was TJMaxx).    "I love your big, wooden balls!", Mari said, before she thought better of it.

On the other side of the house, looking east, there is usually a street between us and our neighbors, but in these desperate, trying times, there is only a Siberian steppe.  There are probably wolves out there.  Often, on Saturday nights, we hear howling.

Early on, on Sunday morning (today) the City sent a snow plow down the middle of the street, not even pretending to plow from curb-to-curb until they had minimally uncorked what had been bottled up by our biggest snowfall in twenty years.







How did it go?

It was inevitable that as soon as I had cleared both driveways, the City snow plows came through, again, and did a fine job of removing all the snow in the street, and shoving it into our driveways.  I know!  I know!  What choice do they have?

 I am running out of shear pins.
But you can see that.  
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