Here's my Sunday morning winter wonderland.
Lookie - eighteen inches!
Invariably, the day after it snows here we have crystal blue skies and bright sun - great for pictures. Here's my front door.
How thick is the snow on top of those bushes? Here's a closeup.
My beloved red maple tree, and a view up the street in the background.
And looking across the front yard and down the street, you can almost see the closest intersection (sorry - weeping cherry tree's in the way), complete with abandoned car a few feet outside it.
No garage, so the cars were buried. My son taught me something about snow and ice and cars. Wish I'd known that windshield wiper trick earlier - I wouldn't have ruined nearly so many wiper blades. Driveway has only about six inches of snow on it here because son had shoveled it Saturday afternoon.
Shovel the driveway, clear off the car, shovel the driveway again.
Venturing into the back yard... The wispy stuff poking out of the snow on the right is the zebra grass, which I won't cut back till spring.
Appreciate these, okay? I was standing knee-deep in snow to take them, and my boots don't come up nearly that high!
Zebra grass again, which may just be the coolest plant we have.