Snow.
Snow always makes me wish I were in a snug, warm cabin in the mountains with a mug of Kahlua-ized hot chocolate and a pint of ice cream. In reality, of course, I'm so poor, I'm the only schlub on my block actually shoveling snow; everyone else is running a snowblower. It's still pretty, though, even if I personally would rather never see a day below 50°F (unless I deliberately sought it out on vacation).
Around 4 pm yesterday, when the snow first began in earnest. Note Jonny's ball tee, about two feet tall, on the deck.
About 8" (20 cm) had fallen by 9 pm.
The view this morning.
The back deck. See the ball tee?
Yeah... that'll be an all-weekend job.
What little progress I've made. That's enough for one morning.
Around 4 pm yesterday, when the snow first began in earnest. Note Jonny's ball tee, about two feet tall, on the deck.
About 8" (20 cm) had fallen by 9 pm.
The view this morning.
The back deck. See the ball tee?
Yeah... that'll be an all-weekend job.
What little progress I've made. That's enough for one morning.