When I arose this morning and peered with dread out the window, I saw that the worst of my nightmares had come true.
There was snow on the ground.
It coated the fence between ours and our neighbor's properties.
And when I went out to the front my fears were confirmed once again as I saw the shrubs along my driveway were covered in the white stuff.
So okay, it's not like a blizzard came through.
And now at 11 a.m. the temperature has risen to 43, headed for a high today of around 50 degrees and the middle 60's by the weekend so most of the traces of Old Man Winter's wrath are already gone.
And you know what?
That's just fine with me, a native North Dakotan who lived through too many winters up where it really snows.
And stays.
