Actually, it was more of the great After-Snow (if earthquakes can have aftershocks, blizzards can have after-snows) of ’06. I awoke Sunday morning to see actual snow falling, but by the time I thought to grab my camera a half hour later it had already melted (even the stuff in the shadows). The picture I took was on Monday. I opened the door to leave for work and saw the winter wonderland pictured above. It was gone by lunch, of course.
I survived – barely. Any worse and
Note – it’s pronounced “aught six” for those of you who live on the improper side of the Manson-Nixon divide (including you ultra Yankees who live on the wrong side of the Molson-Huron line).