Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow...

Sammy Cahn wrote the lyrics to 'Let it snow' and it made me wonder as I selected that title as my blog entry, that he had no control over the snow. How could he say 'let it snow' - like we have a choice? Unless he thought he was some sort of deity or something...
Perhaps it should have been named 'It is snowing' or 'It snowed'


Anyway - it snowed again - here in Georgia. 


This time it was really quite harsh. We were waiting for the snow yesterday after all the reports and so on and nothing came. I gave up looking for it and within what seemed like minutes we had nearly two inches on the ground. 


I woke up this morning and measured just over 7 inches on the deck - but it was deeper in the garden. 


I went out the front and found this:

Here is the house

Here is my frozen Butt:  
(Water Butt is the UK name for a rain barrel)

Compost heaps

You can guess where the furnace is in the roof...

Here is the Herb Garden.

A little snow drift at the 4ft cross ties.

One of the very few cars I saw while out walking. 

He actually turned around at first then turned back. 

But where was he going? 

Every thing is closed! Schools are closed, shops are closed, 

factories are closed, the airport was closed...  

must have been desperate to get somewhere....  

He was going about 2 miles an hour - 

which was probably safe. 

The worst bit was actually seeing where the road was. 

It was not always easy to tell where the road stopped 

and the sidewalk started... (even on foot!). 

Now this guy was loving it! But he had a quad bike with very large tread.
I still thought he was losing control at times -
but he seemed to be skidding around on purpose..

It was quite nice to experience snow with a crispy coating. It was like cracking a creme brulee every time I placed my foot down. 
I remember crispy ice coated snow in the UK when I was young. We used to stand on top of snow drifts and it would support our weight! Not sure how old we were - but it was well cool. We also have pictures of us walking on a local river. It got that cold in the UK once! We used to take to the hills and slide down them with our sledges. They were the days....  
Not sure where you would go around here for sledging. I would literally have to walk 10 miles or so for find a decent hill suitable for sliding down. Unless I used a road of course - but I may end up going into someone's house...


Anyway - I am staying in - I don't want to get ill again!   I didn't even bother making a snow man this year - which is unusual for me....