This is what we do in the South when snow comes.
Sunday night, 10:30 p.m.
We wake up the 11-year old when the snow starts coming down.
Who wasn’t really asleep and then insists on standing on the porch in a tank top and wants her picture taken.
Why yes, that is a pumpkin and old carpet from the room makeover on our porch. PhilBillPaul was going to spray paint the pumpkin white and make a snowman but never got around to it. (He was busy rolling up the carpet and dragging it on the porch.)
Never mind the pumpkin, these are time lapsed photos of the snow accumulation.
Sunday night, 11:30 p.m.
See, now he doesn’t have to spray paint the pumpkin white.
Holy cow it was coming down hard. For a little girl who didn’t grow up in Indiana, Michigan and Illinois this snow thing is fascinating.
Why yes, those gourds are still out on the deck. Why?
Because we are Yay-Hoos.
Don’t miss the spade shovel that they used during the Christmas Day snow. They left it there because no one puts anything away here. Ever.
The shovel and gourds are now buried in what looks like at least FOUR INCHES of snow!
I think he should move the broken fridge from the garage to the front porch.
Hey, at least the snow traps and covers the unraked leaves. Surely the neighbors have to be glad about that.
Happy No School Snow Day Monday!