Snowpocolypse 2010

So… it started snowing Friday at 11 a.m. and didn’t stop until sometime late last night.  I was at work, and we were all racing to finish the paper so we could get home. Got to leave about 1:30 and the roads were already covered. The idiot driving in front of me thought it was a good idea to stop on a steep hill in the ice and snow to have a bloody conversation with someone in an oncoming vehicle. Moron.

Friday night, the snow turned to freezing rain. I’d say we had about 4 inches of snow that compacted into 2 inches of ice. Our beautiful cherry tree split in two and now has my car trapped in the garage. Because that’s just what I need.

Snow blanketed the road within a couple of hours.

The garden fairies don't seem to feel the cold.

Our porch offered the birds shelter and an all-you-can-eat buffet.

Built a puny little snowman because the snow wouldn't compact.

A large part of the cherry tree has my car trapped in the garage.

Our poor little pine tree couldn't hold the weight of the ice.

The ice was pretty thick on the branches.

The ice is beautiful and scary at the same time.

Here in Tennessee, we don’t get many heavy snows, so when it happens, we don’t have any real way of dealing with it. Schools and businesses shut down because the country, mountain roads are just too hazardous to drive in. Two inches of snow will shut down schools. Two inches of snow plus ice will shut down the whole town.

Now I have to figure out how to get to work tomorrow because the cherry tree is frozen to the ground and I can’t get my car out.

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