The snow raced the forecaster’s prediction and won. We thought we’d wake to rain and found about three inches of snow standing at attention on the railings. It was fun watching the mountains come and go. I reveled in watching the heavier snow blot out the view and sculpt toppings for pots. It added a white mask and high hat for the bird feeder. The snow designed a fancy scalloped edge for the railing and sometimes blew from the roof, pretending to be a blizzard. To me it was a gorgeous day.


Your excitement sounds like mine! Beautiful photos too. 🙂
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Thank you. We like snow. I tell people I had a deprived childhood because I had so little snow. To New Yorker John, snow was a way of life, and he views it as a fun challenge.
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Bill is a “New Yorker” too – the Bronx.
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That’s something! John was born in Brooklyn and moved to Queens when he was 10. He went to high school in the Bronx. We met in college in Tennessee.
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