I hate it when the weatherman is right

But on the upside, he rarely is.  We live within a sprawling zip code and we are on the high side of it – about 500 feet above town proper.  We are also surrounded by lakes and peaks.  All of these factors combine to give us a strange micro-climate that frequently either disobeys the commands of the weather report or blows them out of proportion.  Today for example: we were predicted to get 1-2 inches of snow.  Here’s what we saw when we rolled out of bed:

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Keeping in mind that my hands are on the small side of “medium” for a woman, here’s a depth gauge for ya:

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And here’s my poor little bees, trapped in their home! I swept their porch for them so that they can still get out to poo. (If they don’t get regular bathroom breaks they’ll get stopped up and die.)

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Shows no signs of stopping! I’m gonna go check on the fireplace . . .

— Amanda

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