At the moment, there's *more* snow in my driveway and yard than at the end of the precipitation. The high pine trees that fill my yard all had heavy snow cover, and as things warm that snow is coming down in flakes, plops, globs, and hunks. Thumps on the roof signal the hunk-level, and the flake-drift has covered up the squirrel food I put out in a flat feeder.
Beef-vegetable soup is simmering, and should be ready for lunch. I didn't think of baking bread early enough (unless I do soda bread), but there's left-over whole-wheat challah from last night.
