Two fresh feet of snow (yes, feet -- yes, two of them, in about twenty-four hours) somehow equals one eight foot snowbank? Here it does, now it does, when none of the earlier layers of snowfall have had the chance to melt off. If you never hear from me again, it's because this glacier has finally moved and wiped out the house. Or melted and drowned us all.
At least it's pretty. And I can't see what an outstandingly poor job I've done cleaning up after the dog this winter. And, um, good for the sugaring season? Maybe?