As some of you may have seen on the national news, Amarillo had a blizzard this week. The kind that makes your mother pick up her phone, dial you and say, “Are you all right?!”
Being a native Californian, the snow is, for the most part, a foreign object falling (or in this case, blowing sideways) from the sky. It greets you with a frozen kiss in the morning, having crept in overnight like a burglar. You open the curtains, expecting to see your lovely cardinal at the feeder, and instead are BLINDED by a white, sparkling blanket across your yard. Or, as we found this week, the windows were blanketed in white!
Here’s what a record-breaking 19.25″ looks like after falling all of Sunday night and stopping sometime Monday afternoon. (These photos were taken Tues morning)
Sprocket still wanted his walk!
It amazes me how much the snow resembles the dunes; the windblown ripples of an untouched powder and its outcroppings of sparse vegetation.
I LOVE how it sparkles in the sun!
I have to admit, it is fun to be housebound for a few days with nothing but white to see when you peer out the window. The sun takes it away though, almost as quickly as the sky gives it!