It snowed all night last night, continued snowing this morning, is sorta snowing right now, and is supposed to keep on snowing until sometime this evening. All part of that vast storm that stretched from west of the Mississippi to the East Coast and had the weather-broadcasting fraternity practically beside themselves in on-the-air Chicken Little glee.
Okay, some folks probably did get seriously snowed on. We didn't. Maybe an inch or two at most has so far been added to our total—so call it six inches on the ground. And what we got was wet, fluffy stuff that temporarily stuck to limbs and twigs and the sides of trees, like a thick layer of whipped cream. However, much of the frothy topping you see in these photos—which I made from the cottage's deck when I first stepped out this morning—has flattened, melted, dropped, been blown or knocked off, and otherwise disappeared; there's now less build-up. And I expect we've seen the worst of things.
Still, it was pretty while it lasted, and I wanted to share a few shots.
Come we shepherds whose blest sightHath met Love's noon in Nature's night;Come, lift we up our loftier song,And wake the sun that lies too long. Richard Crashaw (1613-1649)from "A Hymn of the Nativity"