Hurricane Zeta landed on the gulf coast and before a single puddle was dry, the storm rushed up through the U.S. faster than a duck on a June bug depositing a flurry of snow on us Yankees in the northeast. PJ was as excited as a kid on Christmas and woke me up early in the morning to come see the white blanket covering the backyard.

We sat most of the morning, sipping coffee while watching birds and squirrels load up on treats from the feeder doing their best to fatten up before the chill weather comes upon us for good. A beautiful winter scene but a reminder that things are starting to get cooold 🥶