The second morning of Storm Stella was as bad as the first here in the Liverpool neighborhood of Galeville.
I walked out the side door of A Bitty Better and sighed.
My neighbor was snow-blowing his backyard. I grabbed my shovel and got to work. When he stopped for a moment, I mentioned across the fence how crazy the wind tunnel effect seems to be for our houses.
He gave credit to Onondaga Lake Park down our road.
It was a good thing that I’d received the text alert informing me that there was no need to report to work to the Liverpool Public Library for second straight day. There was plenty of labor ahead here.
Back and front doors needed trails to be blazed as well as the side.
I tackled the covered side landing first. The aforementioned wind had blown feet of snow under the roof. Then I went at the back deck, just one strip for Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle to make her way to the yard. Lastly I cleared the way from the front door to the driveway.
I was out there with my shovel for 75 minutes.
I piled up a lot of snow, the most in the backyard since we moved here in October.
I now own my own snow mountain. And a trail.
Even though spring arrives next week, it seems far away.
In fact, it seems like forever until we’ll get a chance to uncover that in-ground pool.
How deep are you the digging out process of winter?