Ain't it Perfect

Our boy waited three weeks, laid off at home, with all sorts of unpleasant stuff going on, so he could ride that Arctic Cat at home. He and Jade went out once up on the Tug Hill Plateau and had a nice time, but he wanted to ride HERE.....all those acres, all those familiar woods, and fields, and farm roads.

But, for nearly a month, despite extravagant threats from the weather forecasters and political gurus in Albany we got no snow. Zip, zilch, nada.

He finally got called back to work yesterday....in DC again. I guess the driving wasn't too bad because the folks who would normally be creating traffic were watching the Super Bowl instead....so except for some folks with southern plates that panicked at the first flake he had a decent drive.

However, now that he is far from this area code, we have snow.

Lots of snow

Not quite snowpacalypse but enough that I had to shovel to feed the birds and take Daisy the low-tranny dachsie out this morning. (As you can see, she ignored my efforts)

And it is still snowing.

Sorry Al, wish it was different than it is. Cold as it has been it will probably still be here when you get home.

And meanwhile, guess I will make some chicken soup.