Anyone who lives in the Midwest knows that the TV forecasters had been glued to their Doppler and were almost giddy predicting this one – a monster blizzard that would go down in history as one of the most severe storms of all time. Ever. I was skeptical, but prepared, with my bottled water and cans of soup stocked up, just in case. The snow started falling around midnight, just like they said it would. And when I woke up on Groundhog Day, I first looked outside to assess the snowfall before turning on the TV to see if Punxsutawney Phil had seen his shadow.
We had only eight inches, not the 12 to 14 that had been predicted, but it was more than enough to prevent my Mini Cooper and me from leaving the driveway. I spent the day shoveling and took a break around sunset to capture some shots of how this historic storm hit the farm in South Lyon.
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