This morning we awoke to a white and chilly world.
Accumulation: 2 inches. Temperature: 15 degrees (with severe windchill due to extremely blustery condidions.)
Ruth wonders, "Where did this white stuff come from? What's this bizarre long-handled implement?"
The experienced Lola observes Ruth's explorations.
While I shoveled snow off the back deck stairs, a doggie snow-romping session took place in the yard below.
Ruth understands how to spend a snowy day.
This lovely white frosting on the ground is more suitable to the season than Thursday's 54 degrees!
My foray into the city was highly successful: 65% of the Christmas shopping is finished, in one great burst. I was busy last evening as well: 98% of our Christmas cards went out in today's post. This morning I've already wrestled into place the great garland that frames the downstairs sitting room fireplace. I've begun work in the upstairs sitting room.
At a large pet emporium I bought a new toy for Ruth--a red rubber ball made by Kong. It claims to be puncture proof--so far so good--meaning it should last longer than any of its predecessors. The size will (I hope and pray) prevent it rolling under furniture and other stuff and getting lost, like all the other ones. The beastie has got better about fetching, but human participation isn't necessary for her enjoyment. She can amuse herself quite independently--rolling it around the floor and chasing after it, dropping it to make it bounce. It even bounces on the carpeting, which is lots of fun. For everybody!