On Wednesdays all over the internet bloggers post a photo with no words to explain it. The idea is the photo says so much it doesn’t need a description.
“A March Sunday North” by Cheryl Andrews©
Some Wordless Wednesday Contributors:
On Wednesdays all over the internet bloggers post a photo with no words to explain it. The idea is the photo says so much it doesn’t need a description.
“A March Sunday North” by Cheryl Andrews©
Some Wordless Wednesday Contributors:
Cheryl Andrews 
17 comments
14 March 2013 at 8:55 pm
Heart To Harp
Oh my-this Southern girl hasn’t ever seen that much snow to shovel. I think I would just go back to bed. I am impressed with your perseverence!!!
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14 March 2013 at 9:39 pm
Cheryl
This is probably the last of the BIG SNOW photos, Janet. We are heading to Fort Myers Saturday for ten days of sun, fun and lots of golf.
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15 March 2013 at 12:04 am
Heart To Harp
Have a great trip, & soak up all the warmth you need!
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14 March 2013 at 9:23 am
readinpleasure
Snow, snow on snow 🙂
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14 March 2013 at 9:34 am
Cheryl
April is close …:)
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14 March 2013 at 12:46 am
pearlsandprose
Oh Cheryl, I can’t even comprehend that much snow in March! You are a brave soul to contend with it on a daily basis. Hope the thaw comes soon!
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14 March 2013 at 7:23 am
Cheryl
That pile on the upper deck of the guest house will only be an annual event and may be a quirky kind of marker that the thaw is coming, Carole. The building we restored has a barn-shaped steel roof and the warming days sent the entire snow load sliding onto the deck.
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13 March 2013 at 9:36 pm
Allyson Latta
I had the same reaction Carin did — that someone had had enough and said, “Okay, done here.” And left the shovel to mark the spot. That is one steep snowbank! Spring’s definitely around the corner. There were people drinking beer on a patio in Unionville on Sunday — that’s a sure sign. That looks like a long walkway to shovel … but if there’s something hot (or alcoholic) at the end of it, worthwhile I’m sure.
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14 March 2013 at 7:28 am
Cheryl
It’s actually the lake-side deck of the guest house, Allyson. It was invigorating enough work that I didn’t need coat or gloves. Now if I had to do that on a regular basis …
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13 March 2013 at 8:19 pm
kristendenhartog
Ugh. It’s just around this time of year that one has had enough! That said — I’m away from home right now in the Ottawa Valley, and while I feel done with snow, today it started falling gently and looked just beautiful…
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13 March 2013 at 9:03 pm
Cheryl
I’ll always take snow over the mud of spring … smells like worms! Today’s snowfall was pretty!
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13 March 2013 at 6:17 pm
Wunderkamera
Here in Newfoundland that last big snowfall, usually after Easter, always after St. Patrick’s Day, is called Sheila’s Brush. I’m not sure why but whoever Sheila is she sweeps through in one last fury of whiteness. The glimpse of your new home in the background is part of what makes this photo so enticing: the contrast of cold snow and hard work shovelling with the sense of cosiness.
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13 March 2013 at 9:06 pm
Cheryl
Love that “… she sweeps through in one last fury of whiteness …
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13 March 2013 at 3:36 pm
Lucid Gypsy
Goodness how much longer will this snow go on for you?
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13 March 2013 at 4:10 pm
Cheryl
🙂 You are too funny, Gilly! It’s snowing outside my window as I write this … lovely, lazy, big, fluffy flakes drifting on a gentle wind. Recent heavy rain has melted most of the big snow banks and drifts. So to answer your question, hopefully by the beginning of April. We usually get a big blow one more time before the end of March.
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13 March 2013 at 1:35 pm
carin
Ah, yes, Spring is in the air! This shovel feels like the rugged northern cousin of Allyson’s ‘buttercup yellow’.
I also love the very clear sense of “That’s it, that’s all, I’m done!” Am picturing whoever cleared the walk is now having a cup of well-deserved cocoa. (:
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13 March 2013 at 1:50 pm
Cheryl
How about a tumbler of ‘quiet’ Scotch, Carin? It was me. The mound was shoulder height. Sliced it off in slabs, then pushed it over the edge of the deck. It rained heavily up there Saturday night and this wall of snow came slamming off the metal roof of the guest house in one load! The lake side entrance to the guest house is to the left, behind that wall … if you peek through the trees beyond the deck you can just make out the future home.
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