What a Love-rly Way To Wake Up
I can’t think of a time when forecasters actually get a prediction right. Last night, the earlier mention of snow here was deleted, with us in the “just a trace” category. Well, it wasn’t a blizzard, but it’s more than a trace. Heavy wet snow, the kind that sticks in all the trees. Perfectly beautiful for a Happy Valentine’s Day.
This is my prized and rare black hickory tree. I believe they are a protected specie – that they can not be cut down unless dying, or dead. My tree guy told me that its wood is coveted by builders. It’s like having my own winning lottery ticket.