I'm not in the mood to be poetic, artistic, or philosophically thoughtful. I'm freezing my ass off and fervently praying that there won't be a power outage.
The power lines are covered with ice and looming dangerously low. Everything outside is heavily blanketed with snow. It is unnervingly quiet - no critters, no birds, no sign of discernible life, except for thick white puffs of my frosty breath and the rude crunch of ice under my work boots.
Old Man Winter has pulverized rural Tennessee.
Inside the flimsy walls of my house, it's (miraculously) warm enough. My furnace still isn't working properly , but several space heaters are doing the job.
My two cats are sleeping on my bed next to a heater. I have the kitchen blocked off from the rest of the horrendously frigid house and it's quite cozy........as long as the power stays on.....
It's late afternoon and about 20 degrees (Fahrenheit).
This winter storm was supposed to have arrived on Saturday but was late.
Icy rain on Saturday night.
Sunday morning the ice vanished and there was torrential rain. I seriously doubted if snow would ever come.
Then, before noon, the temperature dropped drastically and heavy globs of wet snow began to fall. It snowed heavily all afternoon and into the night.
That's all I need to tell.
Hence forth, photos will prevail.
And numerous glimpses from the back "yard" (below) - all photos taken from the back porch
