Our poor tree, it's buried!
This is what it looked like when we opened the front door. There probably would have been more snow, if it weren't for the fact that the rest of the snow is so high, it provided some protection.
Our pathway from the front door to the driveway.
The front of our house (you can kind of see my sister and I looking out the window).
My mom, next to the bank.
Look how high the snow is where the snow plow went by.
These pics were from the weekend, we got more today, and none of it seems to have melted. It's really scary driving around corners, because you just have to go slow, and hope that no one's coming; there's no way you can see around the snow banks.
Also, you know how sometimes Canadians and Americans have different words for the same thing? This is the reason why Canadians have March Breaks, and not Spring Breaks, because chances are, it's not spring when we have our week long breaks from school in March.