It's snowing at a rate of about three inches an hour--a ruler we have on our porch just topped 14 inches.

Our road isn't plowed yet:



Can you make out the mail truck?



The woods are lovely, dark, and deep





Pickup truck driver clears his windshield



In the time I've taken writing this, it's now at 15 inches.

ETA: 16 inches and still falling:

Here is a playground the Snow Queen designed for little Kay, full of the beauties and mysteries of ice. Mysteries like, how does is shine like this?



Mysteries like, how do these pieces fit together, and why did they come apart?



And beauties like this suspended pendant, the size of an old LP. Maybe they were playing this record some nights past, and dancing on this slippery dance floor.