Good friend sent me some photos of the snow over-supply in New England.
Reminded me of the snowstorms in Michigan in the 80’s. At that time I had what I called my “mini-farm” of 10 acres a few miles southeast of Lansing. One morning of my dogs was rapping on my bedroom window to wake me up for her morning food. That was only unusual because my bedroom was on the 2nd floor of my house, and she had crawled up on a snow drift to deliver her message.
Of course the kids loved it. I had to have a guy come out with a front loader to clear the driveway, which was about 150 yards long. He piled all the snow to make a small mountain the kids played on for several weeks. For several winters after that episode my youngest two kept asking me when I was going to get the mountain back.