The Winter of My Discontent

I know I have mentioned this once or twice (ha ha) but I truly hate snow.  There is about 10" on the ground right now and it is still snowing.  It snows here like it rained in "Forrest Gump"  --

To paraphrase Forrest:  One day it started snowing and it didn't quit for months.  We been through every kind of snow there is. Little bitty stinging snow, big ol fat flakes of snow, snow that comes down so hard you can't see through it, snow that falls so lightly it barely seems to reach the ground. There was snow that snowed sideways and it even snowed at night.

There are icicles hanging off the gutters that could kill someone if they fell off and landed on them.  There are large patches of snow just hanging off the roof waiting for the right temperature to fall off (and probably waiting for me to walk under it).

It never gets above freezing so the stuff just stays and stays.  More snow just comes and lays on top of it.

I have even seen it snowing when the sun is shining. What's up with that???

I understand that the Eskimos have 100 words for snow. I just have one, but will refrain from using it as this blog is not classified for mature audiences only.

And that's all I have to say about that!