This past week has been a reality check on what New England winters are all about. For seven days, after a severe ice storm, we were without power, heat, and water.Nature's beauty showed no mercy as hundreds of trees snapped and fell under the weight of the ice. It was a storm of proportions that many had never witnessed before.
Lilly and Molly who love to sit next to the heat register, were totally confused at the lack of warmth and would peer down the grate in hopes that it would return. Lucy, however, with her winter coat didn't seem to mind as much.

It didn't take too long for the cats to discover the wonders of the woodstove and promptly took their place in front of it, and when it started to burn down, they sat patiently waiting for more wood to be added.
Bedtime became an adventure in itself. All three pets took up postions on the bed, snuggled into the comforter, each other and us and never moved for the night. Surprisingly we all kept quite warm and no one was in a hurry to get up in the morning!
The day after our power was restored, Mother Nature blessed us with about a foot of snow and almost as much again today. Lucy loves the snow, Lilly and Molly are not impressed. I think I'm somewhere in the middle!
More to come...



