That means a certain amount of falling snow, a high level of wind, and cold, deep cold that sweeps over the land. And it's here this morning. The cold is suppose to stay with us all week.
The storm blows within us too.
After two weeks of waiting for the results of Lauralea's biopsy, we are heading out today to meet with the Surgeon. He'll tell us about the surgery and the rest of it.
But the waiting is getting tiresome.
We have other things to take care of and be involved in.
It all seems to be catching up with us.
Becoming a bit bigger than it was.
But first to shovel.
Lot's of shovelling, lots of cold.