Snow

It's a rare happenstance that we get snow that actually sticks.  It flurries here more often than we admit, because if everyone knew how often it happened, we'd totally lose the wow factor.

I awoke Saturday and looked at the local news, and the chick doing the weather (I highly doubt she's a meteorologist) mentioned something about, "It'll be stopping soon".  I got up, looked out the window, saw the snow, and without even brushing my teeth or hair (fellas?) grabbed my cameras and went outside.

Here's Alabama snow.  I could mock, after spending a few years in Ohio and D.C., but why bother?  Snow is pretty no matter where, or how much, it falls.

I thought you'd all enjoy the irony of the pool, crisp and clear, next to the snow.  I surely did.

I love this picture, the play on sharp colors.  I wish I had photo paper, because if I did, I'd be making my own holiday greeting cards this year, using this.

Poor Circe.  She's really not had to handle this since I lived in D.C.  You'll note that the ground snow has already melted away.

Oh my word, was Biggs pissed about this little plan of mine.  I can't remember the last time I subjected him to snow - it was probably in 2006 or so - and he still nips at me.  I made him walk on my car twice.  The first time would've been perfect, but he jumped off Circe and smudged his prints so he had to do it again.  He now has a head cold and I feel quite guilty, but this is still a worth-it image.