This day gets whiter and whiter!
The snow is stacked along every near-horizontal surface, and the air is full of white fog. Four or five inches, stacked on the back rail and the table on the back porch, and there has been no wind to knock it out of the trees, or off the lilac bushes which look like cotton ready to pick. Every time I glance out, it seems to be snowing, but it isn't. The icy fog, though, accumulated so fast as I drove this morning, we had to stop to scrape it off again. Icicles hang from the deck overhang, and... Sign in to see full entry.