Surprise, surprise, last night, as we lay cozily sleeping under the warmth of our quilted bed covers, mother nature, under the cover of darkness and using an element of stealth, slipped in and flocked us. I think she flocked us pretty good too. Even tho she only used a little better than an inch, it was a wet one and I suspect an achy back and shoulders could result. It is right at 32 here now so I imagine all those beautiful snow flocked trees will quickly return to their dull and ugly winter time colors tho it will take some extra time for the prettied up terrain's white color to Disappear. Our road is practicing some racially correctness as it is white now but should go to black before the end of the day.
A shovelers delight kind of thing in that the forecasted temperature should take care of the problem while we shoveling men can set back and watch, saving our backs and shoulders this time.
Ah, but spring is just a few short weeks away................
"Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush." - Doug Larson
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