Winter wonderland

If you’ve been following the national news, you’re aware that the East coast is being hit with record amounts of snowfall this weekend. RECORD AMOUNTS. Chris went out and measured this morning and registered 15 inches of powder in our front yard, with some of our neighboring mountain counties reportedly getting close to two feet - Which is the most snow this region has seen since the fabled Blizzard of 93. And this is also the biggest snowfall Chris and I have experienced in the past seven years. Meaning I had to dig out some extremely old boots and gloves in order to get out and enjoy the big, fat flakes that were coming down.

Look at our depressed, 18-foot tall pines in our back yard – The tops of them are literally touching the ground.

And because T doesn’t have any snowpants or boots, we improvised with multiple layers and hand-me-down dress boots to bring her outside in order for her to experience her first, real snow storm. And while she wasn’t too wild about the snowflakes hitting her face, the cold weather didn’t bother her a bit and we ended putting her under the front overhang while Chris and I had a snowball fight in the front yard.

Our four-legged daughter, however, was THRILLED with the snow, and spent the majority of the weekend running through the blizzard, stopping every other step to dunk her head into the drifts.

And for a city who’s temperature rarely dips below freezing, it’s safe to say that Asheville has completely shut-down for the weekend. Chris’s company Christmas party was cancelled for tonight, the gym is closed until Monday and even the churches have cancelled Sunday services. And because we pride ourselves with being good, Midwestern snow-drivers, Chris chanced the roads this afternoon in order to run a few errands, passing all the abandoned cars on the side of the road and finding the one open grocery store on the East side to bring us home a few essentials: Milk, bread, bacon and beer.