Not yet. The executive decision: This amount of snow on my car roof was not enough in the morning to bring out my snow brush before the morning drive to get my dear wife Karen to work.

What we call a dusting. Before heading down the road to take my dear wife Karen for her morning shift at the eye center yesterday, I grabbed my iPhone to capture the measurable white stuff that had arrived on our front lawn since we’d gone to bed the night prior. The TV weather folk were…

You know, it doesn’t officially become winter until this day of Dec. 21. I caught this image out our front door during the first snowfall, come mid-November. Late for these parts, even. The seasonal distinctions with fall and winter do blur here.

What we woke up to at mid-week: It was daunting around the covered pool. The overhang over the side door didn’t block much. The clearing I made for my dear wife Karen to get to the driveway did not last long after she pulled away to her job at the eye place. Out the front…

Some folks love the first sign of winter. The white stuff comes down in a big way, and they are thrilled. Me? Not so much anymore. I think it terms of snow brushes for the cars and shovels for the paths and clearing both in time for my dear wife Karen to get to work…

Some winters we sit and wonder when that first big snow will arrive. This year the guessing ends prior to Thanksgiving. Ellie B Dogamous Pyle must share the backyard of A Bitty Better with the white stuff in mid-November.