As far as joys and sorrows are concerned, I can only say from my side: there are two hearts beating in my chest. The power of two hearts, or as they say in the case of the indestructible Trabant, "the power of two candles" - but that's another topic and has only a limited connection with the actual snowfall. I'm always as happy as a child when it snows, even a lot, or even a lot, although that always means a lot of work.
Some people may have cursed under their breath when they couldn't keep the front door clear with their shovel, snow witch or serious snow blower. I felt the same way, at least in terms of the fact that at some point I capitulated and let nature take its course. Snow had reached the second floor of our house and the windows were naturally closed with white shutters.
In our case, due to the exposed location, we had already darkened the house and closed the shutters beforehand. The house that once stood in this beautiful location died in 1999, or rather the avalanche from the opposite side destroyed it. This knowledge didn't worry me too much at the time. But when the fire department called and told us to leave the house as quickly as possible, it was a different story. We had to gather up our belongings as quickly as possible, everything we could carry at once, because the car hadn't been near the house for a long time...
