Last snowstorm, police were assigned to local stores because people were beating the crap out of each other over bottled water...I know (running water in homes, and a convenience store on almost every corner), nothing really can be said about that mentality but anyway.
The 115 year old rosebushes and, I'm guessing pretty old trellis is still holding up with all that heavy snow piled on them, here's one. I don't know if they are really 115 years old since I wasn't around then, but was told my great, great grandmother planted them the year the house was built in 1896... along with the four pear trees, apple tree, cherry tree and grapevines. I didn't take a picture of the Madonna of the bathtub, but she's holding up just fine too. I got the house last year when my grandfather died and he was not into renovating it, so the trellis could be as old as he was.
Now to the real disaster... the damn plows that keep blocking my driveway. So, that's where I'll be for a big part of the day, clearing out mounds of snow from stupid plows, dreaming that it's legal to throw rocks at them when they come along push more mounds of snow where I just cleared.
That said... YAY snow:)
