The weather service announced last night, just hours in advance of the storm, that southern NH would get a scant two to four inches. Since we already had two feet on the ground, this was greeted with relief.
What I woke up to, just before dawn, had rudely sidestepped four inches, brushed past six, and slammed eight inches into a bank of lockers. This is our front fence, which is four feet high with posts at five.
Clue demonstrates the new depth from the bottom of their hastily constructed corgi tunnels that allowed the pack to get out to their lookout points, from which they vainly searched the white landscape and barked, but could not be seen.
Juno dug her way into the warren of tunnels by going under the porch swing. She’s standing a good foot off the ground on packed snow, with the new banks all around her.
I didn’t get a picture of Friday – she was running around in overwhelming joy, plowing through giant piles and surfacing only to woof at me. Nutcase. I went back in for more tea.