A few years ago, I was living across town when a little winter storm blew through.
I was retired so the blue birdbath suffered the most, I think.
This was the view in the front of the house.
But to really see some snow you have to accompany me to North Dakota back in 1966, when a record setting three-day blizzard hit the state.
When the storm finally let up, I began to dig my car out of a snow drift that formed around and over it at the side of my house.