Return To The Great White North

and about a foot of snow. Far less than that at the airport but about that when we got to our driveway. Fortunately for us Leo, our neighbor across the road, had finished clearing his driveway and had partially cleared ours when we drove up. "Park in our drive until you finish yours." Thanks Leo.

We were about an hour late leaving Nashville on New Year's Day because (we found out through Brenda) other flights were late getting to Detroit earlier so our plane was held to accommodate some of those passengers. Our shuttle driver to pick up our car told us the previous midnight snow was fantastic--flakes the size of silver dollars, family and neighbors out in the middle of the night tossing snowballs at one another. (Might some libations have caused an exaggerated sense of size?) Quickly cleaned off the wet snow on the windshield and rear window and headed home stopping for a bite to eat. We thought the reports we heard in Nashville of 14 inches of snow in some areas were exaggerated. Not so. The farther north we traveled, the deeper the snow.

We talked about how beautiful the white blanket was and how much we look forward to snow. We must be crazy Northerners.