Friday night the snow started. It was sorta pretty and in Toronto it was melting when it hit the road. We (somewhat foolishly) decided to hit the road too and drove to Tweed. It took a long time but we arrived safely and I didn't have the stroke that it felt like I was having when we passed the big trucks.
It was a good thing we left Friday, because we certainly couldn't have left Saturday when the Mother of the first storm struck.
The cottage windows usually provide a gorgeous panoramic view of the lake. This is what we saw for most of Saturday (I put the tree in the photo so you would think I just took a picture of a white piece of paper):
This is what it looked like this morning:
I haven't checked to see how much snow we got, because in March any snow is too much snow.
The good news was that I was inside with a warm fire working on my Vinterblomster mittens.
It was a long storm.