I don't want to say the snow is pretty because I really don't like snow anymore. I don't care if snow thickens each branch by 3 or 4 extra inches. I don't care if it looks like a fairyland outside. Enough is enough. Too much of a good thing can turn into a bad thing. In any case I noticed something new about the snow. It was falling so thickly and with so much moisture that it fused together. As I took a scoop with a shovel I would pick up a chunk of snow with dimensions larger than the shovel, comparable to picking up a fork full of hay with a pitchfork only snow is heavier and colder and white. Shoveling a path for my small car to the street didn't take long because each shovel load took big bites. On my yard swing the snow coalesced together into a blanket like formation. As it got heavier gravity pulled the blanket of snow down forming a drapery like swoop on the swing. Interesting what snow can do.
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