But something else is causing the drowsy beauty of this night....
They say that the Eskimos have over 100 different words for what we call "snow..."
Here at Possum Cough, we have only two words for snow....
"It's here."
As I snapped this photo from the back door, one of our orphan barn cats, Biscuit, was beneath the deck, yowling at me in plaintive tones. We pray that he and Frito are dry and relatively warm.
And so good-night to our beloved family. We will sleep in flannel, beneath a powdering sky, beneath MeeMaw's pine tree, which is even now flecked in brilliant white.
