Last week, on Tuesday, I actually slept in past 7am (a miracle!) and ended up getting woken by the boys coming in, shouting that it was snowing.
Snow in December? thought I. Surely not.
Yet there it was, snowing. Where we live, on the seaward side of Puget Sound, we usually get snow in February, not sooner. Yet despite the fact that Tuesday's snow didn't linger past midday, we got some flurries on Christmas itself, and as I type this, looking out the window at our front lawn, it's snowing again, and the grass has nearly completely vanished. So, about 2" overnight and still coming down? I opened the back door earlier and Sushi (our cat) set one paw out in the snow before deciding hell nope. I'll have to see if I can get the chickens into their (covered) run in a bit. It's so quiet that the snow coming down sounded like grains of rice falling.
It's supposed to stay below freezing for the next five or so days, so whatever we get, should stick. I kind of doubt it'll match February's 11 inches, but I'll take it.
I did get three quilts (and five pillowcases to go with) done for Christmas. First was Niecelet's, which I didn't get a proper picture of, but here's an in-progress photo:
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