But first, let's take a look back at how 2018 ended.
It snowed for hours beginning about 9:30 in the morning and covered everything around the Catalyst's lair.
Early on I had taken the bird bath, frozen solid, and placed it against the tree where it and its pedestal were soon buried in soft but heavy snow.
The colorful whirligig was snowed to a stop.
The smiling sun faces began to take on a worried look as the snow kept falling.
And the poor rock turtle eventually was left with only his beak peeking out.
It's a chilly 10 degrees F. as I'm writing this and supposed to top out at only 34 today so much of the snow will remain.
But the Weather Gods tell me the high by Friday will be in the mid to upper 50's.
So this somewhat rare snowfall will soon melt and drain away.
It's pretty while it lasts and fortunately I have a full larder and nowhere to go.
Happy New Year, everyone.