Oh, Chicago

Our power is back on after a 3 hour outage. I am starting to think that Laura Ingalls Wilder had a pretty rough life, especially during the blizzards they encountered. What brave ancestors we had. Sometimes I romanticize that whole pioneer era and although there were some wonderful aspects, there are so many hardships the endured. A storm like this would be terrifying without the buffer of our neighbors home, our heavily insulated walls, and readily available light, heat & food sources. Thank you, Lord, for Your excellent provision.

E & I lit some candles and made a giant bed on the floor for the boys & us. Luckily, E made it safely home & we sat down to a hot dinner of Swedish meatballs & mashed potatoes. Hooray for comfort food!

It is crazy to look outside & see such huge drifts of snow. The pictures I took were at 10pm and the storm is "just getting started". E's car will likely be buried in the morning. It's hard to believe that our beautiful Magnolia tree (photo #3) will be covered in lush pink blooms in just a few months...

The 2nd picture is our back deck. You are looking at 3 foot drifts concealing our fire pit.

Stay warm, fellow Chicagoans! Will post more pictures as the plot thickens on our blizzard story.