The third Nor’easter to hit Maine in just two weeks has finally passed.

The fun started yesterday when I used misguided judgement and drove down to the road to check the mail only to sort of miss the drive on my return.

I had to call out the cavalry to help pull me out. Snow built up under the axle, my right front tire was just hanging. I almost took out the garlic bed. The upside of this little fiasco was that once Paul was bundled up and on the tractor, he cleaned up the almost foot of snow that had fallen since early afternoon. The weather man reported that at times the snow was coming down at a rate of 3 inches per hour.

Turns out it was a good thing he’d cleared up the door yard yesterday. We were dumped on over night.

Taken from the edge of the porch; there’s a fence out there somewhere.

The view from the kitchen window this morning.

My poor birch trees bowing under the weight of the snow. The duck house (far right) is all but buried.

As I ventured out this morning, the snow was up to my knees – and this where we plowed yesterday.

I measured 22″ inches of new snow on the ground from this storm.

My new bird feeder is all but sitting on the ground, the snow is weighing down the tree so much.

Thankfully the temperatures are somewhat moderate and the snow seems to be melting as even more snow falls.

I  shoveled out a small spot in the yard for her. Much to my dismay, in weather like this she prefers the porch.

I shoveled out the vehicles and the duck and chicken houses while Paul used the tractor to clear the door yard.

It a good feeling to know I’ll be able to get out tomorrow morning for my trip to Ohio to collect Hannah for spring break!