Saturday night brought a wicked hail storm. Seriously, the hail pelting the windows woke me up. It was gumball-sized and sent The Beast far under the bed for protection. It was bad. And, in the morning, there was a cute little pile of snow as a momento.
I guess the old adage - In like a lion and out like a lamb - is horribly incorrect.
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| Such a sad little snow pile. |
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