That’s what it is.
I don’t mean beautiful, although a blizzard is surely that.
I mean the wind. It whips around.
Blows the snow into drifts.
And sucks the air right out of your body.
It’s real winter weather. Not for the faint of heart.
My sister in Florida has been complaining that it is only in the 50s there.
I think that is absolutely tragic.
Both the Governor and the Mayor have warned people not to go outside.
Because, as they claim, “Travel will be nearly impossible.”
I suppose that might be true.
If you happen to travel on your rear end.
Besides, I had to go out and make sure that George was OK.
He looked a bit confused.
But I suppose he has seen it all.
I got a bit chilled out there!
Luckily, I have the perfect place to watch the rest of the storm.
The really heavy stuff is just starting to come down.
And will last for many hours.
Plus, I have the perfect outfit.
To watch the white stuff.
Thanks to my London gal pal Peggy.
Who, as luck would have it, was hiking in Bucks, doing a climb of Coombe Hill.
With some of my Rambler associates.
I hope to join them soon!
In the meantime, I will enjoy my Boston Blizzard.