I assured him that the snow was coming, but he stomped up to his playroom to work through his aggravation via some sort of pirate-cowboy--Indian-Viking-Romans home invasion.
At 2 pm, the flakes began to fall. And for the next 16 hours they continued to fall. Last night, when we went for our traditional evening walk in the snow, there was a bitter wind and 4-5 inches of snow already on the ground.
Totals in the news vary but this morning's snow plower's confab on the front sidewalk in my neighborhood came to an agreement that we got somewhere between 8-10 inches of snow, with drifts up to two feet in some corners of the yard.
JT is in a snowy white heaven. This morning, fortified by french toast, bacon, and a pot of coffee, I fired up the snow blower and joined my snow blowing neighbors in clearing the neighborhood sidewalks and driveways. JT slid down the hill in the front yard, made countless snow angels, and then made snow balls for our epic backyard snow fight. I swept snow off the front porch and enjoyed the picture perfect effects of the snowfall.
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