Thought I’d take a break between eating cookies from the cookie exchange I went to on the weekend (a great idea with devastating consequences. What the hell am I going to do with 70+ cookies? Exactly: eat them. All.) and knitting furiously, in the name of trying to get gifts completed, to show you some of the results of the storm last week.
These were taken one street up from us; they are cherry trees, and I’m afraid we’re going to lose a few.
At one point, this limb (or, more accurately, half-a-tree) had split off with the weight of the snow and was sitting on top of a truck.
My sister arrived home from Paris last night, where she’s lived for a year and a half, and I’m mock-blaming her. She said she wanted snow when she came home – and well, she’s got it.