Here’s the view from my porch this morning, then again a few minutes later. Big fat flakes falling down. Looks like they’re sticking. And me without my snow tires on.
I felt sorry for the spare cat, it’s so cold out, with our first snowfall. I let him in. We now have an atmosphere of uneasy tolerance in the house. It doesn’t look like it’s letting up – either the snow or the cats’ attitude.