The back deck; another few inches have fallen since this was taken.
It started last night, a light fluttery snowfall, and continued while we slumbered. We awoke to a world gone white, the likes of which neither of us has seen since our Ohio childhoods. Back then we had one-piece zip-up snowsuits that bundled us in puffy warmth. Many years in the desert and Italy have left us without boots or snow gear. I dug around in a box to retrieve my thick wool socks. I located my mittens. Not that I'll need them today; I'm parked in my recliner and will not be leaving the house. Opening the door welcomes in a tumbling of wet white stuff.
Bryan laced up his hiking boots to go outside and shovel the sidewalk, a losing battle if ever I saw one. Powdery snow cascaded down into his boots and accumulated around his jeans. He came into the house looking like the abominable snowman with a stocking cap crowned with a steeple of snow. Within thirty minutes the path he shoveled was covered anew.
It is still falling unabated, steadily, heavily. My poor car is buried. Poor Arnold! He's a snow virgin. He has never been exposed to the elements, especially winter elements like this, before.
Cardinals - in the tree and on the window