It snowed and it blew. All day. Taxes got done. A blizzard raged. Pea soup for lunch.
It's cold and deep and white and wintry. It's stopping, but the wind is still swirling sheets of fine sugar crystals around, rearranging the drifts, mostly putting the snow back in the driveway where it got plowed off an hour ago. The snow wants to be there so that's where it goes.
It's clinging to surfaces, piled up on the needles of the spruces. With the fitful wind, I worry that the heavy loaded branches will break off in a gust. Something to fret about.
But taxes are done.