This weekend, good ‘ol Missoura was hit with a foot of snow.
Meaning ten more inches than any of us are used to seeing cover our porches, yards, and driveways. This snowfall was not the delicate, magical snowfall you picture when dreaming about White Christmases. This snowfall came in fast, dumping the first six inches in a matter of a couple hours. The drive home from work took over an hour and Phill spent most of the afternoon pushing strangers’ cars up the street as they stalled at the base of the hill in front of our house. Continue reading “Snowy days and bird feeders”