This was the biggest snowstorm I've seen since moving to New England many years ago. Apparently, it cracked the top five for historic snowstorms in Boston. And though we did have our generator gassed up and ready to go, we never did lose power. The wind wasn't too strong where I live. The south shore of Boston and Cape Cod were hit much harder with wind and that's where most people lost power, and where I used to live in Connecticut got a lot more snow than we did.
For us, up here in southern New Hampshire, we just stocked up our pantry and stayed indoors, generally being lazy and a bit gluttonous. And after the storm passed, everything looked gorgeous! I couldn't believe the amount of snow. We went on a walk around the village the next day and it was stunning.
My house, after the plows pushed all the snow up against our fence.
The village graveyard with some stones nearly covered.
Walking the pathway by town hall.
The village church looking spectacular in the snow.
My son in the village green.
We strolled along just as the sun was going down, late Sunday afternoon. Everything sparkled as the setting sun reflected on the wintery surface. Nemo may have been ugly when we were in its full-grasp, with howling winds and blinding snow, but after it was gone, we were left a changed and gorgeous landscape.
My son walking out onto the village ice rink.
This week is supposed to be quite warm, so I will definitely be wearing my Hunter wellies to walk my son to school all week as our massive amounts of snow melt and turn to slush. The end of another Nor'easter has come, this one bigger than any I've seen before, but I still enjoyed the peace and beauty these storms can bring.
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