The forecasters yesterday told us 10-12 inches possible -- but as of now we have about 28 inches out there and it's still coming down. Biggest snowstorm of the year. Biggest, in fact, since we moved to Vermont! The kids have no school, of course. The surprise was that this storm was so unexpectedly severe that Norwich cancelled all morning classes, the courts closed, and Austin's flight to Utah for the Mountain West Basketball Tournament was cancelled because Burlington Airport closed. (No worries, he'll still make the tournament, just miss a planned ski day at Snowbird.)
Why, oh why, didn't we pull the car into the barn last night? It took us an hour to dig it out, then another hour to dig it out again when it got stuck pulling into the back driveway.
It is beautiful, though. It's hard to see in this picture, but the snow has completely covered the cupola on the barn so it looks like the weathervane is sticking out of a triangle of snow.
Austin trying to get the snow down off the roof so we don't get more ice dams. The snow has almost covered the window next to our table.
Our poor little bridge. The flooding that brought down the bridge yesterday left a huge lake in the field. We snowshoed down there to see if we were going to have our own two-acre hockey pond. Lucy got there first and ran out onto the "ice" and fell right through. Luckily it was only about 18 inches deep at the edge. She had a lukewarm bath and is now just fine (I rescued her, and I'm fine too.) I think we'll stay inside for the rest of the day. Gavin is the only member of the family who hasn't had his boots flooded with ice-cold water in the past 24 hours, and it's probably best to keep it that way.
It is beautiful, though. It's hard to see in this picture, but the snow has completely covered the cupola on the barn so it looks like the weathervane is sticking out of a triangle of snow.
Austin trying to get the snow down off the roof so we don't get more ice dams. The snow has almost covered the window next to our table. 
Our poor little bridge. The flooding that brought down the bridge yesterday left a huge lake in the field. We snowshoed down there to see if we were going to have our own two-acre hockey pond. Lucy got there first and ran out onto the "ice" and fell right through. Luckily it was only about 18 inches deep at the edge. She had a lukewarm bath and is now just fine (I rescued her, and I'm fine too.) I think we'll stay inside for the rest of the day. Gavin is the only member of the family who hasn't had his boots flooded with ice-cold water in the past 24 hours, and it's probably best to keep it that way. 