January 2, 2022
"Slight chance of snow showers, no significant accumulation." That was the forecast when I went to bed on New Year's Day.
But this is what greeted me early on the morning of January 2.
At least four inches of fluffy, wet snow!
"What is this $hit?!"
"It's cold, and it's slippery, too!"
"Let me in!!!"
Ours were only the second set of footprints on Boston Hill.
"It was cold, butt ..."
It's been decades since either of us built a snowperson.
This one is particularly adorable. Looks like a young lady whose mascara is melting!
Why do we have white hair? So we can hide in snowdrifts!
Caught a raven in mid-caw.
By the time we turned around, the streets were flooded with snowmelt!