I guess we should have shovelled off the front deck after all those other storms. Every time I go downstairs (snow days make me very productive on the writing projects), this snowdrift is a little higher.
The chickens still need to be checked on and since this my day for doing chores, I'm going to take my friend Susie's advice and wrap a rope around to tie to the back deck. One of those gusts could take me and the water bucket all the way to Oxford!
A friend in Pictou County just inquired on Facebook if this storm had a name yet. I think "White Arthur" works for me. Or rather, White Art by the way it look whenever I look out the windows.