For days, the predicted amount of snow grew and grew, until record amounts were scheduled to fall one early December day.
The flurries started late on Saturday night and by the time I woke up on Sunday, over eight inches had fallen and it was still coming down.
Snowfalls in December here are rare. Snowfalls with more than a few inches here are rare too. It was a very special Sunday.
The snow continued into Monday and by the time it stopped, almost a foot and a half had fallen. More snow than I had ever seen.
I love the snow and am always wishing I lived somewhere far north, where it wasn’t such a rare sight. But on these few special days, it felt like I was living somewhere else.