Record snow after a week of warm weather

It sure is white.  Snow started early in the day and stayed late.  Some hours it snowed heavily enough that the flakes were in sheets and accumulation  darned impressive.  The NS long spring appears to be over.  Early on the puppies were impressed but even their enthusiasm waned as the drifts took over the play spaces.  Our Ken moved among buildings on the property, having serious discussion with the new snow blower about its lot in life, with the kennel dogs about their luck in being in a lovely warm building and with his birds who appeared ready to move into the kitchen to wait out the weather.  Both woodpeckers worked hard at the suet cake, the jays settled in at the feeders and refused to budge, the doves watched balefully from their tree branches and the chickadees were buffeted constantly.  Feed aplenty was provided.  Early morning it was pointed out that milk was in short supply and it might be wise to walk over to the market - well, that didn't happen.  By the time Our Ken meandered across the road, the market alarm was set.  After a good chinwag with Billy the Butcher, Our Ken returned with meat and sans milk.  That occasioned a trip to the village at the apex of the storm, returning victorious (forgetting it was a trip that didn't have to be made had the saunter to  the market occurred on a more timely basis).  Victory is such a subjective noun.  There was wrapping in the kitchen and another household was finished.  Fudge appeared mid-afternoon and that finished up the Calgary box so to the post office it will go. 

The kennel dogs were happy to sleep the storm through.  Capone and Chopper are short coated and dislike the cold and wet.  Their trips outside were truncated.  Ruari and Finn were amazed by the snows - it would be Finn's first encounter and once he noticed that Capone didn't like it, he didn't like it either.  Little Bella also encountered her first snow and thought it great fun until it was higher than she is.  That put paid to snow worship.  The Airedales were happy to be inside. 

The Regalridge house dogs were bedded by the fire and weren't moving.  Patti and Charlotte claimed the big beds, Piper attached to Lee, the Norwich settled on one dog couch and Marilla took the real couch.  Dolly had her leather chair and all snoozed happily.  Rocky and Billy interchanged - one crated and the other looking for food or assisting Lee in the kitchen, all depending on your perspective.  The puppies played in the snow by times but began to find it alarming as their pen disappeared.  Jack found a use for the birds since there was a regular path shovelled on his deck.  Jessie followed in his footsteps. 

Meals were snow day meals.  There was homemade chicken soup at lunch.  Lee spent much of the day making a sweet dough that was a carrier for her marmalade and cranberries.  A cider glaze topped the swirled treats hearkening everyone back to Paris breakfasts.  Dinner was pan fried haddock with potato/onion/mushroom, turnip and string beans.  Our Ken approved.