My Street Hasn't Been Plowed!😆

     When it comes to conversations that contain questions like: "How cold was it?", "How deep was the snow?" and "How bad was the blizzard?", I usually win. Three years in Alaska, five years in Colorado, three years in Ohio when the Ohio River froze, a quarter century in New Hampshire, and a childhood in north central Massachusetts all conspire to give me more than enough winter anecdotes.
     So we belatedly smartened up and moved to Charleston, SC in 2004. We maintained our ties to the great white north via the motorhome in the summer. So, what did I find when I crawled out from under our down comforter at 0730, 4 Jan 2018??? 

Six inches of snow and 17↯↭⇟ degrees! We don't have a windshield scraper much less a snow shovel. Plus we are going to go through several cycles of daytime melting and nighttime refreezing before it melts away this weekend. Our bird feeder has never been more popular.

     Of course, Mocha was unaffected...four wheel drive, you know.

     This was taken on Wednesday before there was any accumulation. Here's the front of the house...again a yesterday picture.

    
     This, too, will pass.