They said one to three inches. It was more like twelve. So, a district-wide late start for school, and a morning that began with hot chocolate (you should have seen how many giant marshmallows the boy stuffed into his mug), knitting (oy, you kitchener stitch), and shoveling, shoveling, shoveling. A wild dog zoomed past one pajama-clad shoveling boy and dumped him straight into the snowbank. She thought it was a riot of fun. He kind of did, too.
Puffy, fluffy flakes were falling down around the horses in the pasture. A quick bundle-up for me and a hike through deepest snow, past my knees in places, to the pasture with my camera to capture them there; puffy, fluffy Mama kitty meowing, meowing behind me because the snow was too deep for her to follow. Poor Mama. She loves to go on hikes.
It's a white, white world.