Flaked Out

Not a flake of snow has fallen thus far, but last night the rain fell for hours, and there were a few brief flurries of hail and sleet. Today, the overcast has kept everything damp, though there were only a few sprinkles of rain and the even sun broke through for a few minutes now and then. There could still be snow tonight and tomorrow, but the high estimate of six inches for this storm is probably out of the question.

I'm now not even expecting to hear the snowplow go by at all. Once again, it looks as though this winter's heralded, though belated, arrival will turn out to be all promise and no action. It sure feels cold today, though, and even if there's no more snow I fear that the peach blossoms remain doomed. Another summer of supermarket peaches looms.

It's time to go back to the warmish part of the house. This room is way too drafty. I feel like Mitt Romney's dog being taken on a ride.