Trust the Ferret, the Ferret is Wise

There's at least five inches of snow out on the lawn. And it's still snowing.

Damn but I love winter, when it finally comes. Global warming should die.

Today, I saw the first exploratory scouts of winter. They were tiny and fragile things, that melted the instant they touched anything, but they were there, small and white and drifting on the breeze. For a brief while, at least. And then they were gone like fleeting vapor on the wind, back to report to their superiors perhaps, or off to tantalize others with a hint of the winter we haven't had. But the snowflakes were there, I saw them. Woot!