It's hard to believe that we are already 19 days into December and until this morning had not needed to dust off the shovel. We had just started to despair of any hopes for a white Christmas when we awoke this morning to a world blaneted in white. It wasn't a thick down comforter style blanket, more a light coverlet, and by late afternoon it had started to compact down between the blades of grass, but white it was, and enough to make me finally break out the shovel. Looking at the week's forecast we still don't carry much hope for a snowy holiday, but we'll take what we can get.
