First Day of Winter

I want to be a meteorologist when I grow up. You can make lots of money and be wrong every day. We heard it for days, the storm is going out to sea and we will only get a dusting.

Well, that dusting turned into 8 inches with much deeper drifts in our yard. The lights flicker all night as the heavy wet snow and high winds broke many branches.

Rigley can't get enough of it. The yard is just one giant snow cone to him.