258 - Ice, Ice Baby

Either Jack Frost or Vanilla Ice came through town last night because not only did we get snow, we got ice. As I type this there are still flakes meandering down from the sky... falling is too harsh a word, it's more like they float. Flurries. I would guess that we have gotten a little over an inch of snow.

This little guy is not only braving the cold, he was facing great peril since Walter was crouched down watching him very intently.

Bootsie wasn't sure it was such a good idea to have wandered outdoors.

Barn porn.

It's supposed to warm up for the rest of the week. Snow and ice are pretty, but after a while I'm ready for spring... and that time has come. I'm glad I didn't plant my sycamore yet...