This is an odd photo because it almost appears to show two different worlds.  To the left is the interior of our garage- to the right is our driveway – – – and if you look closely, you see a gallon-sized jug which gives you a pretty good idea of the monster snowdrift which formed right outside of the garage.  In a year that saw a tornado touch down in Kenosha on January 7th, a blizzard two days before Easter almost seems like par for the course.  At this rate, it will be 104 degrees on December 10th.

This is especially dangerous snow in that there’s a lot of it. . .  it’s especially slippery. . .  and it’s especially heavy. (I like to call it Heart Attack Snow.)  The Winter Storm Watch went into effect last night at midnight- but when we looked out the window this morning at 5 we didn’t see a single flake of snow on the ground or in the air.  But what Mother Nature lacked in promptness she more than made up in force- the storm slammed into southeastern Wisconsin with a real vengeance this morning and he has not let up even a little bit.  That was really evident at the end of our Good Friday Tre Ore service this afternoon, when Pastor Jeff and I walked out into the parking lot to find three different cars stuck in the church parking lot – and our trip home was no picnic either… especially when we got to Durand Avenue (highway 11) and found the way home blocked by squad cars because of a bad accident.  I ended up having Jeff drop me off on Braun Road directly south of our house, and I walked through two yards to get home, feeling like Jeremiah Johnson with each and every step through each and every drift.  Much to my amazement, Kathy wasn’t home – she was out having her hair done. . .  which would be something akin to playing miniature golf during a nuclear attack.  Actually, she had our Hyundai Santa Fe, which does amazingly well in the snow,  so I need not have worried.  We’re now both safe and sound at home with the two dogs, and grateful for a warm, secure house and plenty of food in the cupboard.

But what would be even better would be a little taste of springtime. . .