Who ordered the blizzard? I know you're out there, some sort of winter sports enthusiast waiting for the trails or the hills to open, checking the weather every day praying for 2 feet of snow. Maybe you think the fluffy white stuff is romantic, you picture a walk followed by a cuddle by the fire. Or maybe you're one of my dogs, and have been pining for the stuff. Whatever the case, cut it out!
Here's what it looked like at 1:
Not so bad until you notice just how fast those flakes were moving...
By the time I got to the front of the house:
Little bit scary, and I'm glad I'm not driving.
An hour later I was really glad to be inside:
And I kid you not, this was 2 minutes later.
ETA - turns out the world didn't end, and it was a weak-willed, hardly worth mentioning snow squall. But man it looked like it was cooking up something good.
