It’s not so much the snow, although we got about a foot which predictably drifted into the shoveled out sidewalk to my front door, and then courteously blew away a small space so that Madi could exercise a bit without needed her own snowplow blade.
But starting on Saturday, Jan. 14, the temps began to fall, and pretty soon Siberacuse was earning its nickname. Saturday night, we finally went below zero to -15 up here on the hill, and we barely made it into positive numbers all day on Sunday.




