Maybe there is such a thing as too much. Snow, that is.
Vancouver is not supposed to get weather like this, so they say, whoever "they" are. Well, surprise: a foot of snow has fallen in the last week including a good several inches in the last 24 hours. Enough, certainly, to snarl air traffic. Enough, in fact, to ensure that we will not wake up tomorrow morning and head over to Mum and Roy's from the hotel in Salmon Arm. Rather, we will wake up in our bed in Vancouver, seek breakfast and coffee, and eventually head back to YVR to see if our re-booked flight will go ahead. Sometime around 8 or so on Christmas night we may make it to the parents' place and have a late Christmas dinner. 36 hours later we'll be on our way back to Vancouver. Not exactly what we planned, but we're doing our best to make lemonade of it.
In any case, the snow is both impressive in its accumulation, and rather pretty. Things have warmed up out there, meanwhile, so though the occasional flakes come and go, it's heading toward a slow melt and rain on Boxing Day.
And you know? The thought of the resultant mess from all that is almost worse.
Ah well. A white Christmas, and I will be content with that. Some scenes of the accumulation around our condo. The woman is, of course, my beloved sister Marie.
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