Relative Something

It’s been a wild few days of changing skies around here lately. That is rather typical of the kind of weather March would usually bring.

The flakes that fell yesterday were HUGE! The difference from March storms of old is that it stopped snowing before burying us in barely a half of an inch.

At least the wind had stopped blowing. The calm was wonderful.

Only one additional tree toppled over to a 45-degree angle overnight. Maybe an 8 to 10-inch diameter trunk. A scattering of large branches came down, too. When Cyndie returns at the end of the week, I will be able to crank up the chainsaw to do some cleanup lumberjacking on trail seven. [grunt, grunt]

.

.