Snow day

It doesn't snow in Alabama very often, just about once every five years or so. We're not prepared for it most years. Snowflakes tend to generate panic in most Alabamians, of the stock-up-on-bread-and-milk variety.

We'd been promised snow once already this winter, and in fact, the day turned out to be 60 degrees, so I tend not to believe the forecasters when they swear up and down that THIS time, we'll see the white stuff.

But for once, they got it right. Last Sunday, March 1, we woke up to about three inches of snow and more falling. It didn't stick around; most of it melted by 2 p.m., but it was still a sight to see.

Winchell enjoyed herself walking around the snow. At first, she wandered around, looking at the falling flakes with a WTF? expression on her face, but after it stopped, she made herself at home and cooled her undersides. Note the pawprints on the front porch. She had herself a time tromping around. Being an Alabama dog, she had never seen snow before so I have a feeling she didn't quite know what to make of it.