No, these aren’t photos from two days ago, when we got the freakishly early first snow of the year. These are photos from today, as we get an even more freakishly early second snow.
Fortunately for M and his camping trip, it was actually dry on Friday night and Saturday. The rain didn’t start until Saturday night, and it didn’t change to snow until after he got home this morning. So he brought home plenty of wet clothes and a sodden tent, but his sleeping bag stayed dry, and he was not uncomfortably cold and wet on the trip.
In other news, the cat spent quite a while today trying to convince E to let him outside. She explained that it was wet out. She showed him that it was raining outside the front door. She showed him it was raining outside the back door. Each time, he poked his head out, agreed with her assessment, and went back inside, only to start squawking again 20 minutes later. The third time she showed him that it was still raining outside the back door, he decided rain wasn’t so bad after all and made a run for it. Three minutes later, he turned up at the front door, wet and shivering and begging to come in — which would have been fine except that he had a chipmunk in his mouth and he did not want to leave his prey outside.
Sorry, dude; what happens in the yard has to stay in the yard.
