I love snow.
Don't tell Josh.
He just hates it.
Because he is the one that has to move it.
I OCCASIONALLY shovel the walk way to the door.
And think I am really helping.
Josh does the entire driveway.
And the neighbors drive too.
But I LOVE it.
It's so... quiet.
While its falling, it seems like peace.
Here is is about 1/4 of the way in.
Donk was the only man smart enough to get out of the storm.
Some little Shooter ponies did not have that same thought.
Some old fat Ted's also thought the snow was fun.
Donk escaped through an open gate and made a break for it.
I was not concerned.
He walked out of the barn and turned right around and came back in.