Nemo - what kind of name is that for a blizzard?

Morning ... the snow continues ...  during the night, the wind howled.  I don't mean that metaphorically.          The snow is dry and powdery and blows around easily, drifting into weird banks and troughs.  David's car is buried in drifts.  My car, next to it, has no snow on it.  Here's the view out of my back door that opens on the little deck, showing my "clean" car in the background.  You can't actually see it, but David's car is under that pile of snow behind the railing of the deck:

And here's what it looks like when I opened the back door: - that darkness at the bottom of the opening is 25-30 inches of snow drift:

Rather than tackle the drifting snow out the back door shown above, I took Ella out this morning through the front door, which we generally don't use.  But the wind seems to have kept the front stoop more or less clear of snow.  Of course, when we stepped off the stoop, the snow was up to my mid-thigh.  And Ella was over her head, almost.  We ended up slogging back right next to the house, where the wind had blown away most of the snow.  The wind had cleared a small patch of ground about 5 by 8 feet around the base of a small tree at the corner of the house.  We made it there and Ella was able to pee.  Then she wanted to come back inside.   Ella, who loves snow!

Here's the view from the front door:

That's a telephone pole with snow drifting up about 4 feet on it.

And it is supposed to keep snowing all day until 5:00 p.m.  David's going to make fish chowder.  As long as we keep our power, we'll be fine - although Ella may go a little stir crazy.  There's no point in shoveling as long as the snow is falling and the wind blowing.

More later.  Meanwhile, I hope all in the path of the storm are safe, warm, with good books and friends and family around them.

Peace.