On Valentine's Day there was snow. It was my first snow event. The humans rolled the snow into big balls. I don't quite understand that . . . I like snow in the yard where it belongs.

When I woke up today my yard was white. I rushed right outside, though I was a bit tentative at first. That lasted about a second, then I was ready to explore.

Here I am across the lane in my bunny field. The field looks so big when it's white. Wonder where the bunnies are hiding.

 
OK, I'm still a little shocked about this event.

Yes, you should take off my leash. Stop discussing it and just let me go.

It's practically a blizzard! Finally . . . I'm off-leash because they think that I'll be track-able today. Anyway, I'm not going anywhere. All the action is right here -- all my neighbors are here to watch me. Me, me, me. I'm across the lane at Wilson's home. Wilson is not outside in the snow, but I am. Petey's people are here, but Petey is warm inside.  There's Chopper's home. He could be out here and we'd never even notice because Chopper is white as snow. I'll help with that snowman in a while . . . but I think that I can catch a snowflake if I stand here long enough.

 
Here I am at Wilson's house . . . I'm about to pounce on something moving in the snow. On the right I'm back in my own yard, helping my people bite the snow.

 
There's movement everywhere. I'm on alert. The snow is getting deeper. Don't make me go in and get warm. I can be warm later.

Well I had to go inside by the fire while my sweater was dried. They could have just put me in any of the dozens of sweaters I own . . . but nooooo. I had to wait for my pink sweater to dry. It matters not. I'm back in the snow.

That wouldn't be a mouse down there, would it? Probably not. But I'll root around to be certain.

 
This snow stuff just keeps falling. And that lady keeps chasing me with the camera. Give it up, lady. Go fetch lattés for us. Maybe some warm Bailey's. Mmmm.

You're kidding, right? What a waste of a perfectly good carrot.
Oh, and because I know that you're curious . . . no, Nut-Meg never even left her chair.