Hwy 1, formally known as the Trans Canada, and which we just call 'the freeway', is about 3 miles due south of us. Normally we can't hear it, but when we have a weather system coming in, or specifically a mild, damp weather system, the freeway lets us know. We can hear a dull roar of traffic, even though there are hills and ravines and stretches of trees and buildings in the way. This morning the freeway was roaring. We had been warned for the last couple of days that this cold, snowy spell was coming to a dramatic end. A winter storm warning, with it's red banner, had been splashed across the weather page. A warm front was moving in, which, before it beat the cold monster to it's knees, would bring us some more snow, then freezing rain, and then just straight rain, and a lot of it.
Luna says she will be quite happy to have a less icy place to pee. And I think I'm going to knock the snow off that hedge before it gets all heavy and wet and pulls it out of shape.
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