Jack Frost

Early yesterday morning I awoke to a gentle snowfall, took Mia out and oohed and ahhed for a moment, then turned around and went back to bed. When I woke up the second time, I was shocked to see it was still snowing. Hard. For six hours that snow did its thing. A whole 2-4 inches, I’ve been told. By noon, we had a wintry wonderland. By 4, you wouldn’t suspect there had been anything more than a good rain. That’s the South for you. I took pictures, though, so I have proof.