THE MORNING AFTER

Ice-encrusted tree branches last night.


Morning. Snow, still falling, now blankets everything.


There’s still a thick layer of ice under that frosting of snow.

We sailed through Snowpocalypse II (2014 edition) just fine. No power loss, no trees down, no (major) branches cracked. Our magnolias, which at one point in the storm were swaying precariously, have lived to blossom another day.

The snow crunches underfoot, owing to there being a granular sleet and black ice underlayment. Nice.

She Who Must Be Obeyed essayed the roads a few minutes ago and managed to make it to Dunwoody with no problems. Of course, there are the usual idiots who drive like they’re on the Bonneville Salt Flats, but that cannot be helped.

Time to scrape the driveway. Then, it’ll be hot chocolate o’clock!