A post for my pop

Hello, I am snow.

You might remember me from such experiences as the blizzard of '97, or the ice storm of '99.

Close friends of mine include the shovel, the drippy nose, and the power outage.

It's been a long time since we've seen each other... any hope of a reunion soon?


(It's worth mentioning that these pictures were taken when I first got up this morning, and the snow hasn't stopped yet! The neighbor kid measured us at 13" around 10 a.m. His father says it's not supposed to really hit us till noon. Tobey came outside with me while I shoveled and came in with icicles hanging from his undercarriage. It's funny to think that his legs are actually shorter than the snow is deep! He bounds from place to place, and will only do his "business" in a clearing. What a prissy little dog we have...)