Click on pics to enlarge.What's this? What's this?It's falling on my tongue!Poor, snow-deprived kid. No such thing as global warming, my hind leg. I don't have the heart to tell her it'll be gone within 24 hours, if anything sticks at all. Notice the Arkansas snow outfit? Nemo pajamas, ultrasuede boots, and a size-too-small parka. (We went to Colorado, where they have snow and cold, that year.) It's Arkansas, yes, so schools are closing, roads are closing, grocery stores are being emptied in a "There Will Never Be Food Available For Sale Again" frenzy, and everyone who can possibly get on the road is there, driving erratically and aimlessly in a state of panic you'd expect during Armageddon, because SEMI-FROZEN WATER IS FALLING FROM THE SKY. There are many crashes.
It's very wet, though, and the ground is so warm that it will melt promptly. Still, I'm watching from in here. It's not only pretty, but this is a prime spot to see anyone careening down my curvy driveway before they smash into my house.Anyhow, here is some of what we wound up with:Still loving the weeping holly,and also the yucca.No idea.I don't know what variety of holly this is, but there are many of them, and they are very, very pretty.Two disgruntled equines hiding behind the hay; Arabian Misha on the left and black Shetland pony Magic on the right...Magic's due date to foal is today, and she is not pleased. She looks like she's gonna hold out for a while, though, which is fine with me.And this, which snuck out the back door while I was busy, but fortunately set off a motion sensor so that I caught her coming around the front, all a-sodden, with lunchtime pudding remnants still on her face, asking, "But WHYYYY?" when I said she had to come in and dry off.