I spoke too soon. I thought we had dodged the bullet where the snowstorm was concerned. This morning when I woke, the skylights in the bathroom were covered, and I found snow falling thick and fast. It looks foggy because the snow is obscuring the view of nearby houses.
The snow is coming from the Northeast. Traditionally, our worst storms come from that quarter, as they swing around over Lake Michigan and come steam-rollering in. Snow is sticking to the northeast sides of the trees in the grove behind me, and there are several inches of snow on the ground already. The cardinals have come to feed early, and theired feathers stand out against the bright white snow.
Dear Husband has earned his halo today. He was up early to take care of our dog, and he took on the chore of filling the bird feeders. The birds thank him, and I thank him.
I think we'll be doing inside chores, taking down the Christmas tree, sorting through personal papers for tax preparation, sewing sashing on a quilt. It's time to settle in and let the winter flow over us.
Happy Winter, all!