This was my view out of my bedroom this morning. Although it was hell driving home yesterday, it all looked so pretty in the morning light. As the day wore on, clouds rolled in and thrummed down more snow, sleet and rain. This pretty view is now gone and mired by dirty sand.

Sigh. I cannot wait for this winter weather to be over. Not that I welcome humid 90 degree days either, but this darkness and drudgery wears on a person.

So on Saturday, this thing called "snow" happened again. I was not prepared to see it. Wet, heavy and gloppy, it fell like snowballs to the earth. Very beautiful to watch. Even my beabull Tater was excited to watch it (or to watch the neighbor's dobermans). In any case, it was a surprising and beautiful thing to behold.