We Southern folk generally don’t see snow in our yards once in any year. Today we experienced the second snowfall in 12 months.
The front yard and the “E’s” fake yellow mums.
The wind-blown Old Glory
The back yard, my writing place in the summer.
The “E’s” Gooses. Even they look cold.
As I write this the snow is still coming down. The weather man can’t get his act together and we are supposed to get either 1” or 4” inches before midnight. Needless to say all the nonbelievers are rushing to the supermarket for food, those who can’t drive in dry weather are out there skidding around the streets in town, and all schools will be closed for a week. Ah Georgia, I’d live nowhere else.
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