We were getting groceries yesterday when the blizzard started, a snow shower that blotted out the sun.
I'd seen clips from Georgia on CNN before leaving but did not expect I'd be travelling through the artic to get home.
It was a pretty sight even though we knew it would not stick, and fortunately I'd covered our tomato and pepper plants Friday night in anticipation of cold though not snowy weather for the weekend.
I rigged up some spikes made of old coat hangers and old sheets that we usually fold into padding for the aging wooden chair the cats trade off sleeping in.
The sun is climbing high enough now that it should be safe shortly to remove the covering and see how the plants weathered.
Yep, being a farmer gives you a whole new respect for the weather man.