Up to six inches of fluffy white stuff fell out here in the wilds of the High Plains yesterday, but unlike your blanket, ours will be gone by, oh, noon today. It’s getting to be that time of year – bury the remains of the tomatoes and start setting mouse traps as the little beggars try to come in.
Up to six inches of fluffy white stuff fell out here in the wilds of the High Plains yesterday, but unlike your blanket, ours will be gone by, oh, noon today. It’s getting to be that time of year – bury the remains of the tomatoes and start setting mouse traps as the little beggars try to come in.
Not unless it’s Christmas Eve there!
And yet in the Northeast Kingdom, not a snowflake to be seen, go figure.
I hope you still have the “summer snowblower” handy.
I think I’m pulling out the wintah one for tomorrow’s festivities…
Inuit? Maybe.