We don't get much snow here on southern Vancouver Island, and when we do the normal functioning of society tends to grind to a halt. Part of that is because the snow is usually wet and the temperature right around freezing, so the weight of a car turns it instantly to ice. But I like to think that the other part is that it's just so gosh-darned beautiful when it snows.
True to the weather forecast that has been circulating for a few days, it snowed last night - about eight inches where we are (which means maybe two or three everywhere else...). We woke this morning to trees and fence lines coated in white.
Kim has kept the chickens in the chicken yard today, where the thick overhanging evergreen branches have kept most of the snow from reaching the ground.
...or maybe he is just wondering what happened to the disco dance party.