At what point is a storm defined as a blizzard? Does anyone know?
I hesitate to use the term because the storm we're experiencing today is doubtless nothing next to the whomping folks regularly get in the midwest.
Nonetheless, it's ugly out today. Winds are gusting upwards of 50 mph, snow scudding, drifting behind stationary objects but otherwise scouring the ground almost bare in spots.
The windows are getting coated.
Paper snowflakes against the real thing.
I fed the livestock in the corral, which is better protected from the wind than the feedboxes.
Jet and her baby took over Matilda's pen.
Brit took over another pen.
The rest were toughing it out outside.
This photo is inside the barn door -- where snow has blown through cracks.
Younger Daughter had her friend Miss Calamity spend the night, but I ended up running her home much earlier in the morning than anticipated before the storm got worse.
Here's Miss Calamity's little brother's bicycle.
Older Daughter drew a cartoon on our front door.
It's a good day for baking. Biscuits for breakfast...
...and chocolate Rice Krispies for a treat.
It's also a good day to stay huddled by the woodstove, reading.