This morning I was greeted by a carpet of snow. Surprise! Crunchy, slippery, heavy, wet snow.
It was great just hearing it crunch as I walked down the driveway to the truck. Little footprints from nighttime visitors crisscrossed the patio explaining clearly why my puppy was so excited last night. But now there was nothing but a still calm and the crunching snow underfoot.
There's no way I can possibly complain about 2 tiny little inches of snow in mid-January this year. It was warmer than this weekend. The snow slid off of the truck in big clumps. No trees were falling. No roofs needed shoveling off. There's not enough to shovel - let alone plow.
There wasn't even enough to stick to the road for slush or ice.
I could get used to this.