No matter, I was ready. I had shopped well. I planned for Sangria, Chili, Pasta Fagioli, Chianti, Mac and Cheese, Whispering Angel Rose (my absolute fave), Queso Dip, Orvietto Classico, Stuffed French Toast, Prosecco, Calzones and oh, did I mention that I had wine?
Go ahead Mother Nature. Crap your glittery white sprinkles all over us. We were ready. We have wine.
Me and my big mouth. I threw down the gauntlet and mother nature answered in spades. 30" of the fluffy, white celestial detritus fell. Still, I was ready. I was pissed. But I was ready.
A toasty Calzone with Parmesean Crust as a pre-amble to the snow.
A little Whispering Angel as the snow started to fall.
The morning after the big snowfall. Looking out over about 30" of accumulated snow.
The snowblower cut more of a trench than a path.
The snow fairies left me a Donnie Darko bunny in the front shrubbery.
Crystal blue skies of the morning after the blizzard.
A post-snow plow brunch of stuffed French Toast and thick cut bacon.