It started snowing around dinner time
Thursday Wednesday night, so we had dinner in the dark and watched the snow come down. Simple magic.
Owen was itching to get out and make a snowman the next morning, but the inch of pure powder we'd gotten just wouldn't cooperate. So we took shovels and made a pile, stuck in a few acorns, a stick and a bite size carrot and called it done. Frosty the Snow Tortilla.