That having been said, our dog, Millie has no love of snow. She is a dachshund, which means short legs, and she a bit on the hefty side, so her tummy drags through the snow. Now, just a word about my girl's weight. She's 13 years old, which is 91 in human years. So, I don't consider her fat, she's matronly.
She let me know at about 4 this morning that it was time to go out and take care of business. It didn't take long after getting outside for her to realize that it was a mistake. She does her business on the grass, not on the snow. No yellow snow for Miss Millie.
It was still snowing when we went out and you could still see the bottom of the car.
My azalea bushes looked more like mounds of shaving cream.
Millie got tired of waiting for me and headed back inside.
At four in the morning it was all soft and quiet.
By 11 o'clock in the morning the sun was out and we had 10 inches of snow in the backyard. The birds were busy at the bird feeders.
The Blue Ridge Mountains were breathe taking in the afternoon. The temperature barely made it up the freezing, but the sun was bright.
It was the month of March coming in like a lion. The weather forecast is that we will have temperatures in the 60's by this weekend. The snow will be just a memory.