Winter's last hurrah is here, the biggest storm of the season. Weirdly and wildly predicted by all those meteorologists who seem to have nothing to do but be wrong most of the time. First it was 2 to 3 inches, then 3 to 6, starting last night around 7 pm, over by noon----blah blah blah. It rained all day and night yesterday because the temperatures were a bit high, close to 40, then this morning it turned to snow, a steady beautiful snowfall that just takes your breath away.
Max and I took our walk somewhere around 6 am and all I could think was, "If this were the first snowfall we would all be awestruck by the sheer beauty of it", but it isn't; it is one, two three, four too many and we're tired. At 2:30 PM I thought we were done, went out shoveled and cleared the car only to see it start up again, 6 inches and then some, who knows. Now I look out the window and see cotton candy on my lilac bush when all I crave is lilacs.
I admire your resilience and wish I look this beautiful on my last hurrah, but...you really need to go.
(I realize that my friends in New England are saying "what a wimp!" :))