More snow blew in last night. I know it's silly, but it makes me happy as a little kid. In winters past, I've always had to go to work, which meant keeping the car parked up on the road and driving down the mountain when what I really wanted to do was stay home and enjoy it. Snow is just rare enough at this elevation in the Sierras to make it a pleasure for those of us with Scandahoovian blood in our veins.
And, because I can, I've posted a few more photos. The first is what I saw when I got up this morning. The second, almond blossoms in the snow. And the third is the cat having a drink the the way he prefers it -- fresh from the bathroom tap.
To my relief, a nice young man stopped by today and offered to shovel the entire driveway for me. He left his phone number so that if we happen to get this much snow again, and I can't get the car out without giving myself a heart attack, I can call him. Price was good, he and his two buddies did the work in a fraction of the time I'd have managed it in, and they did it with smiles.
This should be the last of the snow for a while, though. Forecast is for springlike weather again by Friday.
On a much more sober note, the neighbor my psychodog bit in a misguided attempt to defend me has a blood infection and, as of last night, was in the hospital. I hardly know what to say. "I'm sorry" just doesn't do it.