Greetings friends and fans. This is The Daily Bone and I'm your astute and fastidious
doggie reporter Chester L. W. Spaniel.
As you can see, I'm standing in actual snow! But this is not just ordinary snow. It's got a layer of ice on top of it, and a layer of ice underneath it.
When you walk on it, it's very slippery, and then the top crust collapses and it's slippery underneath. It's not good for running. In fact, for the first time ever, I refused to go out any farther than the birdie feeders. Dad had to shovel a path by the back door so that I would even go out at all.
I'm not running around on this icy crunchy weirdo snow!
Then it snowed some more! It snowed all day, and my ghostwriter said the roads were terrible. They didn't bother to plow our neighborhood until the afternoon.
|Is that the snow plow I hear? It's about time!|
There was ice all over the trees and bushes too, and they creaked ominously whenever the breeze hit them. That special kind of creaking noise brings back memories of the Ice Storm of 1991.
|Coneflower seed heads|
|Arbor vitae bush|
It finally stopped snowing around 5pm. Here's a picture of the front of our house with icicles hanging from the roof, and the reflection of the sunset in the windows:
This is the first sunset we've seen in a while!
Then it started to get colder.
Soon the moon started climbing the eastern sky.
I wonder if my dearest Princess Leah can see the moon from where she is across the Pond?