This is what you get when you live in Vermont, and approximately 5000 pounds of snow accumulates on your roof, and then the temperature rises and said snow decides it would rather be in your front yard.
At which point it comes down in an unexpected roar of catapulting ice chunks and squashes flat as a pancake whatever happened to be under it. Thankfully those of us who have experienced this phenomenon have lived to tell the tale - but only because a fast dash saved our heads!!!
The other day I came out the front door, glanced up, and saw this heavy pack silently ooching out into space:
But happily, this kind of snow is also ideal for packing!
I managed to score three direct hits with carefully aimed snowballs and then I became the victim of a terrific barrage.
I'll end with a picture of these lovely people, who are some of the few Vermont Christians we know:
Good times, y'all!!
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