deep and soft and uneven

Snow, forecast for Sunday (and inspiring Juan to leave for Yverdon mid afternoon to avoid the horrors of un-snowploughed roads), finally started to fall early Monday morning. By the time I woke up there was an impressive 20cm of wettish white stuff, the trees and shrubs bent double by the load. And it continued unabated all day.

In team with the neighbours we shovelled the carpark to allow the cars to be moved. The snow ploughs were slower than usual to arrive and even the main road remained an unstable sea of slush and ice until mid afternoon. Against all sense I decided to hold the admin rdv at the Renault garage, annoying the hell out of the motorists queuing behind me as I drove at snail's pace down to Gières. Maybe I should display "recent accident victim: bear with me, please" on my rear windscreen.

Driving back, the road was clearer. But where to put the stuff remained the issue: the road and pavement snow ploughs creating an increasingly high and narrow wall between the two.

And still it fell. During the night I relieved the boredom of insomnia by taking a snap of the view from my bedroom,  then took it again this morning. Today, unlike yesterday, the snow-clearing teams must have been out in force: the roads were clean as a whistle with just the 35cm on car roofs testifying to the volumes that have fallen. Temperatures are not especially cold so will this taste of the Arctic vanish as quickly as it arrived?