We got a lot of it -- but our friend Bert, who lives further south near Monument Hill (where normally it snows even when the rest of the state is dry) got what he described as a "skiff" of snow. Hardly anything. Kind of like this weird guy:
Now, in late evening, the temps are in single digits. I can see the red of the heat lamp shining out of the coop, and shadows cross the light. What are they doing in there -- playing cards? Holding a discussion group? Surely it can't be anything connected with a red light district...
We've had so little snow that this snowstorm is actually a blessing. I keep reminding myself of that every time I have to trudge through the drifts, muttering: . Why can't the chickens get their OWN water?! How come I have to bring out the feed? (And fall down, I add grimly.)
But today the chickies rewarded us with a full dozen eggs, in spite of the chill in the weather. And the evening light really is lovely, shining on the snow. (Here -- go see for yourself.)
It's good incentive to stay inside and get Stuff Done. The fire is crackling cheerfully as I work. Time to read a little, type, drink a lot of tea -- and listen to Charley and Abby snore.
Welcome to December in Colorado.