Buried.

Does anyone else feel a little claustrophobic in all of this snow?

Don’t get me wrong, I love winter…cold, wet, blustery and all.

But we have no where else to pile the snow when we shovel. Our normally quite spacious street is down to one lane…if that. Our backyard fence and apple trees are halfway buried.

On the other hand, all of this snow means we will have a very white Christmas. It means I will enjoy hot chocolate, and present wrapping, and cookie baking, and Bing Crosby’s Christmas album all the more. It means I’ll get good wear and tear on my gigantic Sorel boots and I get to break out my warmest of warm winter coat and mittens. It means that I get to prove, or at least test, my hearty “Minnesotan-ness.”

So bring on the snow.

We’ll just have to find a place to put it!

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