The winter of 2011 received the most snow in recent memory here in Ipswich, at least since the Blizzard of ’78. We hadn’t see a flake until a couple of days before Christmas, but January made up for it quickly. After clearing the driveway, I turned to the seemingly impossible task of excavating our buried mailbox just as the town plow graciously delivered another pile. I wondered if he enjoys redoing that which I have just undone. The weatherman was predicting another Nor’easter the next week and I inexplicably hoped it would be a big one. Edgar Allen Poe called such thoughts “The Imp of the Perverse.”
Our house, February 21, 2015
The Great Snow of 2015
Four years later, the first half of winter was again almost snowless until the blizzard of January 27, 2015 which delivered 29″ of snow. A series of snowstorms followed, bringing the total for the season to over 100 inches. The snow eventually covered most of our windows, and I spent several days shoveling snow off the roof to prevent it from collapsing.
The author clearing his roof, February 10, 2015
The mailbox, February 2015
Photos from the Great Snow of 2015
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