I was gone this afternoon and early evening, so I didn't realize it had snowed until I gathered buckets from the corral and saw funny, frosty stuff -- what the heck? Then my fingers started to freeze and I knew...
I went out with the dogs around 9:30 and it was coming down again, but not a pretty, fluffy snow...it was already rain slogged and yukky.
I love to watch the snow drift lazily down from pewter skies, gathering on leaves and eyelashes, rapidly covering the tips of the grass and turning the world white. And then I want it gone. I hate dirty snow, melting snow...
Daryl, if you go to Arizona, whose fireplace will warm our cold hands? Or can we come to Arizona for movie night?