I awoke this morning to find a dusting of snow on the car windows and wagon beds of Chestertown.
It’s not much, but it is white.
It’s cold outside. And still cold in the living room, at least until the heat kicks on in here. For now, the kids are bundled under blankets, wishing that the skies had seen fit to give them a bit more to work with.
I’m afraid it would take some major doing to muster even a single snowball.
