As the news has been sharing over the last couple of weeks, New England has been hit hard with snow over and over. Those of you living here know that first hand. I am going to take a break from pottery and share with you the craziness of the snow we have had these last few weeks. I know some of my readers grew up in New England and other snowy regions (my husband among them, being from Buffalo, NY) but I think it is still fun to see what snow has done to a town!
I grew up in Maryland, so I never really got to experience snow like this! I remember the “Blizzard of ’96” when Maryland got dumped on for two days. We were hit with three feet of snow in one fall and were out of school for nearly two weeks! Not the case here! They have their plowing down to a science and are quick to get kids back in the schools.
I graduated from Houghton College, which is about an hour south of Buffalo, so I got to experience four wonderful snowy winters there. I love the snow and winter! My idea of a plow is a pick up truck with a small plow on the front of the truck. Well, there are those here but there are some SERIOUS plows that come through. My first experience with one of these plows was in Buffalo with my husband. We were dating at the time and headed to his house for a weekend visit and I saw this enormous truck driving down the highway with three huge plow blades perfectly clearing away the snow in one sweep! With my eyes wide and my mouth dropped open I asked Andrew, What in the world is that?! He told me that was a plow and looked at me like I had three heads. That’s a PLOW, I asked. I just started laughing as I told him about the only plows I had ever seen before. He laughed to and said, yeah, welcome to Buffalo! So, here I am in New Hampshire (just over a year here) after a great dumping of snow and huge plows!
This was the first day of the snow. I leave for work around 5:55am and walk, so I had a very snowy path. It was so beautiful and quiet! I love how the snow blankets a town and silences everything. It was just me and the plows. Of course I had to blaze my own trail on the sidewalks where the snow was already nearly knee-deep.
Over the next few days, the snow kept piling up and the icicles kept growing. Every time I looked out our window the icicles had grown. It would warm up for a day, the icicles would melt and come crashing down, then it would snow another seven inches and the icicles would form again – even bigger.
As the snow continued, I had to keep working in the studio. I was working on the Black River commission, so I really could not lose momentum. It seemed easier to walk rather than risk getting the car stuck. I am certainly grateful for nice snow gear!
It has warmed up quite a bit since all of this snow and the sun has come out. Before the snow melted away too much, though, I wanted to take a walk through town and take some pictures. There are literal walls of snow between the roads and the sidewalks. In some places the walls of snow were as high as my shoulders! (I hope you are enjoying these mom!)
These tennis courts are at the prep school (Phillips Exeter Academy) just down the street from our apartment. I so badly wanted to run through them, or at least flop down and make some snow angels. It was perfectly undisturbed snow caught inside the fencing!