Don’t Envy Me: Scenes from the 55-mph Blizzard

A year ago, I wrote a blog post on how quiet, warm and beautiful Mexico City is during the post-Christmas span leading up to New Year’s Eve.

That’s all changed, hadn’t it? Now, a year later, I’m surrounded by incalculable amounts of snow, and sleepy because I was up all night in a half-panic, picturing the neighbors’ snow-heavy trees slamming into our home and car. And don’t even get me started on our cabin upstate, which is basically unreachable for the next few days.

Still, when the sun came out today, I decided to go out and take photos, while the snow is still relatively pretty. In the next few days, the city will be disgusting, as the snow gets covered in dirt, trash and all sorts of ungodly detritus before melting.

 

Since the snow was taller than Charlie in many places, he didn't stay out for long. By the way, this L.L. Bean coat is the BOMB. I don't care how much a I look like a giant raspberry, cuz it keeps me warm.

 

 

The scene down the road from us. It's like an ocean of snow.

At least it's sunny today, so that when the snow flies in your face, feeling much like frozen sand, you can at least get some Vitamin D, too.

 

 

 

Little birds trying to stay warm. They were all fluffed up when I first saw them.

Another buried car.

Festive!

One of my favorite neighborhood houses looks especially adorable today.

This gives you an idea of how much snow fell in just under 1 day. Since my dog is about half the height of a fire hydrant, he's not pleased with Mother Nature right now.

 

That's a car.

 

 

 

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