Last night the weatherman promised 'at least' 2 inches. We received no more than a dusting. The scene we awoke to resembled cloud dandruff rather than the beauteous, softly falling flakes we'd been hoping for.
As the day wore on, we saw more snow, finally some heavy and pretty to watch, but it wasn't accumulating...until it started to get dark and the temperatures fell. Prince CuddleBunny had been yearning for a snowball fight all day, his siblings were fighting or recovering from a virus, so I was invited to join him. I started some bread rising, mixed up meatloaves, and layered on some warm clothes.
Our dog, Rosie, joined in for awhile, snowplowing through the yard, but gave up and retreated to the warm house before we were ready to go in. Her loss. :-)
|It's a sorry snow angel, when grass shows through!|
|A welcoming place to return to|