We don't see mornings like this very often in north carolina. It started last night as I drove home from work and all appearences indicate it did not let up while I slept. We have drifts! Drifts, I say! The little dog is fearless -- his legs are too short to walk in the stuff, so he leaps through it. It adds an element of joy to his morning business.
I'm guessing we got 6 inches? 8 inches? My coop-mucking boots kept me dry but not warm. Actually, from head to toe, I was sorely underdressed for the weather. But the chickies needed to be fed and watered! I'm wishing for some of those insulated Carhart bibbies my brother is so fond of.