The gravel is ice. The windshield is ice. The path is ice. The snow is ice.
I stomp on the snow.
There is almost no mark.
Our yard seems to be covered in nature's rendition of styrofoam, rather inflexible and prone to chip off in chunks or squash flat.
BUT
We still have snow.
I was afraid the rain would wash it away.
It didn't.
Lovely.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
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2 comments:
It flurried a little tiny bit today!!. Earlier in the week it was 80 degrees. Today it was snowing and really cold. Go figure.
LOL Yeah, we've had about six inches since the rain, so it's all fluffy on top again, the way snow should be.
I don't think God intends for us to understand weather. It's just too random. *grin*
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