Almost gone in a day.
View from the window
Four to six more inches Sunday night. Started mid-afternoon, this time, when we were out for some writer’s festival events in town. This time without the ice, though, so the power stayed on and the roads stayed clear. Most of the weak trees and branches weeded out last time, I suppose. Just pretty.
It snowed and snowed and snowed.
Charlottesville is buzzing with book festival folks. Story telling at the gallery on Thursday, a pretty hoppin party there last night, literary types walking the streets.
It started again around midnight, everything covered within the hour.
This morning, fog.
Walk around the lake
The snow is all gone. A few patches hide in the hollows behind trees, and on the north side of hills. Surprising when you do find it, like stumbling on a small furtive animal.
With power returned, proper attention can be paid to the material. Here are re-do’s of photos, and snips from those days with nothing to do but look and listen.
One day after the big storm, all is well.
Power returned last night, but only after we had built a cozy nest by the fire. We camped out in the living room anyway.
Today the sun is out, the birds are singing, and all that white stuff is turning clear and dripping away.
Winter threw one last tantrum before slinking back to the north, it seems.