Pretty to Look at, a Pain for weeks!

So way back in December, we had our first white Christmas in a very long time. At least as long as I can remember. And well this year it was no ordinary snow fall! It Poured down snow. The heavens weeping out the cold tears. I enjoyed it... a little and here's why...

When the snow first starts to fall and you look out your bedroom window, there is a glorious sight. It's so perfect and pure. Fluffy and soft looking. After a couple of hours later when the snow slows down and people go about their busy lives. What is left? Muck! Brown sludge that no one ever wants to dare adventure out their front doorsteps to endeavor the pain of wet boots, and soggy pant legs.

During the weeks on end, if the weather is just cold enough to keep the muck around, there is no room for the snow and vehicles to be in the same roadway with each other. Piles of snow stuffed together, packed and not shipped away but quite presently happy in the middle of the road. So for all the drivers' who would like to cross the commotion of the speeding cars throwing themselves at you then you are in for a surprise. No sight and no reaction time to whomever is hurling themselves at you in your vehicle.

Getting ready for the adventure of venturing outside the cozy, warm home means long minutes contemplating what to wear to withstand the ice and cold. Then stepping out of the door frame, you realise that it is much colder outside then what you thought it would be.

All in all, snow is pretty but only for the first day or so. But that in itself is pushing it.