Western Massachusetts got ever so much snow.
It took a day and a half, pretty much, to finish falling.
At least it was no blizzard, no high winds --
just snow that would not quit falling.

I don't know how much.
In the parking lot, there was at least twelve inches
on top of my car.
The trouble was not on top of my car, but
behind the rear wheels, backing out of the space.
The lot had, thank heavens, been plowed --
it was just a question of getting out of the snowed-in space
and onto the plowed pavement. Needed to shovel first.
The snow was wetter, and heavier, than it looked.
Not heart-attack shovelling.

It's quite the winter wonderland here visually.