Picture Postcard Update

In hyperlocal news, the tree I brought home from Frank’s in December…

….that graced our home through the holidays…

…and stared wistfully out the window afterwards…

…has gone to a new home in the country, thanks to a good friend who came to the rescue.

I hope the transition to wintry weather hasn’t been too much of a shock to its system. I already miss the little guy.

Speaking of weather, I’ve enjoyed seeing people’s snow days pics on social media. Here’s mine.

It’s a lovely peaceful view until you realize one thing. The art project I had intended to do while snowed in?

It’s in that cute little red car. On the far side of the parking lot. Oh well.

Finally, I’ve noticed a new visual approach from local meteorologists lately. From the Capital Weather Service:

Sleet vs Freezing Rain courtesy of Capital Weather Service

And this from Justin Berk:

Freezing rain, sleet, plus winter precipitation from Justin Berk

You may recall that local weather folks have been on a kick of using various food items to teach meteorological concepts. Crab cakes, for instance.

Needless to say, I appreciate the opportunity to remind my readers that you have until noon today to enter my completely frivolous but also ecologically-friendly Doughnut Contest. See Friday’s post for details.

I’ve had some great entries so far and you can make my day by submitting yours* so that I will be awash in creativity (and sprinkles.)

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*All entries must be received by noon on Monday, January 26th. Winners will be announced on Tuesday’s blog.

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