Well, it has snowed three times here in two weeks, something that I have never seen nor ever thought I would see. I almost thumbed through the Bible to search for unusual weather and end time prophecy. You know…snows and rumors of snows…but I didn’t.
I was running errands about mid morning on Thursday when snow started to fall. At first it wasn’t much of a going concern, but before the big hand could make a complete circle on my clock, it was coming down pretty good.
When I came out of Lowes,
the once strange, but now familiar white stuff was beginning to accumulate, and as I drove home,
it continued to pepper down.
By the time I reached the house, the snow had just about fizzled out,
but it did leave a slight dusting around the property.
As I walked about, I noticed that Denton and Hudson
were busy at their daddy’s pile of potting mix for his daylilies.
When I asked them what they were doing, they said, “We’re pretending we are in Alaska.”
As I got closer, I said, “You two have really gotten nasty.” One of them, and I’m not sure which one, replied, “Well you have to get nasty to survive in Alaska.” I’ll have to keep that in mind.