So, here is what we woke up to:
and for comparison:
I wanted to measure how deep it was and opened the door...to a wall of snow that had ignored our screen:
I didn't have a ruler, but I did have an unsharpened pencil (same thing, right?). I pushed it into the snow on our chair and...it disappeared. And my finger got too cold before I hit the bottom. So there's now a pencil stuck in the snow outside:
I made a little snowball to let Samantha in on the fun:
"ooo...what's this?"
"I must taste." (What else is new?)
"Um...that's cold."
"Let me try again..."Jeremy's thought on snow:
My thoughts involved a few expletives. Which (apparently) can be heard past our bedroom door to someone else who is "sleeping".
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Well.....to be completely accurate....this is Jeremy's first snow storm in Lincoln (if you don't count the wedding). As a child in Washington and Georgia, he had fun in the snow and on a trip to Northern Arizona. He camped in sub-zero weather with scouts in Texas. So...not exactly a first...but ain't it pretty? (Especially pretty when one does not have to trudge, drive, shovel or otherwise actually be up close)
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