I like the ice hanging off the bell.
Ever the optimist, before our witch hazel got hammered by the northeaster last week.
And then it really started to snow.
Gracie was going outside, but it was snowing so hard, you can see her skid marks as she ran back into the house...
The Shepherd worked tirelessly to keep a clear path between the house and the barn.
"Hey, you - make it stop snowing. My water is frozen"
Jefferson and Buddy didn't think much of the snow.
The ice storm nearly broke the limbs off our Cedrus deodara
But once it warmed up "a little" The Shepherd
was able to knock some of the ice off. Luckily it didn't damage the branches.
After this one last hurrah, where we got another 3 or 4 inches of snow, the wind switched from north to south, and the temps just climbed about a degree an hour from mid 20's to almost 45 degrees in about 24 hours. The snow just seemed to disappear almost over night.