And there was plenty of it, too!
It even stuck in weird ways to a spare birdcage out back.
It was light and powdery and with no wind, piled up beautifully.
By morning it was done snowing.
We had our very own garden hose Loch Ness Monster.
The Curly Willow looked neat in the snow.
And--you'll be glad to know that Pele, The Feather-Free Chicken, has finally deigned to grow feathers, thank God.