Nothing to compare with other parts of the East, but the first significant snow this year. (We aren't counting last week. That was ice, and No Fun At All. I have basically not been anywhere—because I can get away with it—for the past week and a half. North-facing, shady driveway.) At any rate, here are a few pictures:
Grandmother Maple, outside my bedroom window.
The Old Pine, in front of the house.
Not positive just how much snow we had, but it was cat-belly-deep, says Faus.
Leo rushed madly about all day, with periodic trips in to warm his paws by the stove.
BooBoo found a spot where there was no snow and sunned all afternoon.
Goats and chickens and guineas ate in the side yard, so I didn't have to wade down to the chicken lot. I just propped the yard gate open when we had ice and have left it so for the duration. I'll worry about getting them all back in later when it warms up; also about ferrying all the bags of feed currently residing on the front porch down where they belong.
And what did I do? Read. Knitted. Fed the fire. In short, not much of anything, which was kind of nice for a few days, but is now beginning to pall. Freezing rain forecast for tonight, maybe, and then warm! (Well, relatively speaking.) By the time it's below freezing again, the driveway will be all thawed and I will have replenished the catfood and dogfood and goat feed and chicken feed and birdseed. . . and, possibly, the people food, too.