Yesterday, when I checked the forecast for the next 36 hours, I paid specific attention to the "predicted precipitation". Tuesday night into Wednesday . . 10%. Some days I wish the expectations on me were as low as they are for Meteorologists.
Anyway, when Mason got up to eat at around 4:00 this morning, I caught a glimpse of the winter wonderland outside the front door, and I felt compelled to photograph it before it was marred by sun and little shoes.
The little boxwood plants actually look un-tacky when dusted with powder.
Yesterday the doors on the cars were frozen shut. I imagine more of the same is in store for us today.
I love the clean lines you get when the snow settles on the patio furniture.
Shelter was probably at a premium last night . . I wonder if the bluebirds roosted in the box?
No baths this morning, that's for sure.
Enjoy your day off today if you're lucky enough to get one!