The Wind Doth Blow...

And we shall have snow
And what will Robin do then, poor thing?
He'll stay in the barn
And keep himself warm
With his head tucked under his wing.

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It's snowing! It's snowing! It's snowing!

I do like the snow - but I know I won't be happy in the morning when I'm standing at my car in the dark, brushing all the snow off. Hopefully there won't be any ice to scrape underneath it. At least Irish will sweep the steps for me and put down the salt....

(Once the car is scraped and warmed up, I'm all happy with the snow again, though.)