The squalls finally moved a bit south, not to say they won't migrate north again, but there's been a lull, finally, after 60cm of accumulation in the past 24 hours.

The front door was actually snowed shut this morning.

(the little note on the inside of the door is a memo to myself, posted at eye level, to remind me that the steps are icy. The one rare advantage of a heavy snowfall is that it temporarily covers up the ice and gives some traction).

You want sprinkles on that? (Soleil has a weird love of shoving her head into the fresh snow):

The photographs don't really even give the true sense of scale. Suffice to say it's a lot of snow. If it weren't for a couple of angel neighbours with snowblowers, I'd be curled up in a corner, babbling incoherences.

And it's only the first week of January.