It snowed just enough last night (reportedly 0.4 inches) to make it official: the first time there has been measurable snowfall on Christmas Day in this area since 1947. My daughter (living in New Orleans) wanted proof, so here is the picture I took and texted to her last night when it first started:
This is what we woke up to this morning:
You can see it’s the kind of heavy snow that adds definition and depth to the stark bare bones of winter trees. And breaks their branches. Luckily, we didn’t have any sleet or ice with this storm. Even so, I heard the distinct sound of a couple distant transformers blowing early this morning.
Power here has flickered off and back on again several times this afternoon but, so far, I still have power and an internet connection. And a backup snuggling cat heat source.
I also have plenty of food, as I stocked up a few days ago — not in anticipation of the storm, but because my daughter and her boyfriend are scheduled to arrive tomorrow, traveling by car, for a week-long visit.
Am I worried they won’t make it? Nah. If the plows can’t carve a path for them, probably they’ll just hike. Knowing them, they’ll hike even if there IS a clear path.