Woke up to this:
Which led to this:
Of course, one must taste the snow to make sure it is ripe.
The smart one of the bunch, BigBoy would rather be under a blanket when he’s under the weather.
The helpful shoveler.
BigBoy found something else he’d rather do.
Our first snow, in our new home.
Awesome.
It was a light little dusting really, so by now the snow is all but gone. But a nice warm fire, a big mug of Swiss Miss while looking out at what’s left of the glistening white stuff. Ahh. Now that is a little slice of heaven right there.