The poor RV wishes it were in Texas. Okay, perhaps that is a bit fanciful, but I wish it were in Texas with me.
The little tree and the grasses in the neighbor's mound.
And a closer look at the grass.
The forecast for one to two inches of snow Saturday night/Sunday morning was accurate up to the point where the two inches was reached, then it went on to pour another four inches on us. Shoveling again. Got the walks and drives done in four sessions this time.
We have a couple of granddaughters who "love" snow, and they are "so excited" every time a new batch falls. They are in their twenties and thirties. We love them anyway.
I've lost count of the total snowfall so far this winter. One gets numb after while. I have also lost count of the number of times I have posted about snow. You may skip it when you're bored with it.
The world's coat is white,
new wrap around her shoulders;
hiding grey and slush.
We may be weary;
nevertheless we are blessed;
warm and green will come.