If you live anywhere close to Mississippi, you are well aware that we had a little snow last Friday. The official count was 5 inches in Clinton. Everyone has asked me if Mike went to work; of course he did. Somebody has to keep the nuclear power plant running. He was out of the house by 5:50 and slowly made his way down 61 to be in Port Gibson by 7:30. His brake lines froze toward the end of the trip, so stopping was somewhat problematic. But temperatures rose above freezing, so he was able to come home safely later that evening.
He loved the snow. He would bounce and pounce and run and bark, eating as much snow as possible in the process.
These bushes are usually straight enough for an adult to walk underneath them.
There was a Norman Rockwell-worthy snowball fight down the street, complete with cardboard boxes and summer pool intertubes put in the facility of sleds.