One never knows just how much faith to put in meteorologists in the D.C. area. But, the promised forecast of eight to ten inches did not disappoint. The blizzard began--most conveniently--on my drive home yesterday evening. The wind howled. The trees shook. The thunder snow was upon us. (I kid you not. Thunder snow--words straight out of the meteorologist's mouth. Say it with a straight face. I can't.)
There may have been a snowball fight in the backyard late last night. Yours truly may have taken on two younger brothers in said fight...and emerged victorious.
Just sayin'.
I pack a mean snowball.
We awoke to a glorious winter morning in the D.C. suburbs. Snow-covered trees. Snow-covered basketball hoops. Snow-covered everything.
The brothers are celebrating their second snow day in a row. NO SCHOOL! Remember the euphoria induced by those two little words? I'm in the office this morning. It's quiet. I can't stop looking outside and marveling at the beauty of all that whiteness.
A few home photos below. Pardon the quality. I only had my BlackBerry. Don't judge.
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| Our driveway. Yes, it is ridiculously long. |
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Our street! In the words of Anne Shirley, "The White Way of Delight" |
2 comments:
It looks beautiful! Our "snow" aka slush, is already gone :( BUT, I am still enjoying my snow day :) miss you girlies!
I am way overdue a visit to Cripplegate Road! Sending an email to you and Miss Flora. Let's get it on the calendar. Love and miss you!
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