There I was, bemoaning the fact that we haven't had a winter this year, just a couple of ice storms, only to find out that while I was across the state (and into another) for Casinopalooza...snow was forecast for Hillmomba.
Funny how I woke up to snow this morning that I didn't know was in the forecast. Woke up to fluffy flakes and a coating on the back porch. It didn't keep me from doing business with The Devil, though! I missed my regular weekly shopping trip. Last week was all cattywompus, what with preparing to leave for Casinopalooza.
Returning home with my 44 oz Diet Coke (which I had missed almost as much as Puppy Jack and Sweet, Sweet Juno), I was greeted with a winter wonderland down on the road by EmBee. It had been snowing the whole time I was in town, but the temperature was 33 degrees there, and nothing was sticking. Back in Hillmomba, the temp was 27. There was stickage.
On up the road to the Mansion, which sits high upon a hill (though it's pretty gradual so you don't notice much), the snow was piling up. The green metal roof was covered. Even that new rock by the dilapidated picket fence looked better.
I was glad to get a glimpse of winter. Even though the weather doesn't mean as much, now that I know EVERY day is going to be a day off for me.