We've had so much snow this April that it's grown passe to complain about it. Everyone's sick of it; everyone's had their fill. There's nothing left to say. It's gotten to the point where we don't even need to verbalize our disgust -- people just point toward the windows of whatever building they're in and grunt, or roll their eyes, or shake their head in dismay. We're pale people to begin with; this April, we're positively translucent, it's been so long since we've seen the sun for more than a few hours (or in weather that doesn't require long sleeves, at least).
I mean, seriously: it's the snowiest April ever in Duluth, and we can't be far behind over here.
The latest humdinger was on the 19th. The weathermen predicted we'd get walloped, but like a lot of people, I kept downplaying it in my mind. "It's too late in the month for that much. They're jumping the gun," I thought. "It won't be that bad."
Cut to 2:00 A.M. that Friday morning, when our power went out due to ridiculous winds blowing the ridiculous trees along our ridiculous road over, all weighed down with ridiculous amounts of snow.
I don't know how much we got at our house, grand-total-wise. It was over a foot, but since we kept shoveling all day, it all kind of blended together by the end.
I will say this much for the snow, though: it's pretty.
And it doesn't seem to be stopping the hawks & eagles, either.
Besides, it has to stop eventually, right?