When I took Darling Doggie outside yesterday, I could tell a storm was on its way (The Weather Channel only confirmed it). How did I know?
This is what greeted me:
So it didn’t surprise me when the snow started falling mid-afternoon. Falling fast, like feathers swirling in a pillow fight.
And after we’d had between three and four inches of the white stuff, we got some freezing rain.
So when I arose this morning, I saw the result:
Now, I much prefer having snow at the end of the year, rather than the beginning. Something about a White Christmas is very appealing, and what’s a New Year’s Eve without a definite chill in the air?
But nobody asked me. And now we’ve got this snow on the ground. Just when everybody is starting to think Spring.
Even the flowers!