You arrive with bone-chilling cold and yesterday you dump a couple feet of snow on us.
|My living room windows plastered with snow.|
We've seen enough of your Lion. Let's see some of your Lamb.
|Snowed-in bird feeder|
|All the trees are laden with new snow.|
Grosbeaks on a swinging bird feeder while the storm tried to gain momentum.
And then there's today. When your driveway really, really needs to get cleaned out, you call in the big plow.