Each winter, when - and if - snow falls, I keep track of how many consecutive days it lies on the ground. Consecutive snow for forty days is a heavy winter for me. This one has been a beaut: Continuous since December 26: 55 days so far.
My count is somewhat subjective. Eventually, the only snow left is the remnant of the ten-foot tall hunks that have been heaped up in parking lots. These are so man-made, that at some point, as they shrink, I ignore them.
The last inch of snow is currently retreating from our home, but there's real, untouched snow out there, and my count continues.