They told us "snow." I think they meant "SNOW."
First thing this morning, it already looked like this:
French onion soup for our supper tonight. (Photos are here.)The aroma fills the house as he reduces the onions in cast iron in the oven for several hours.
Adam bundled up in his coat from Iowa. He wears it so rarely that we actually misplaced it for several years.
Happy Winter, all!