Yesterday morning I got up early, and my wife had left a note on the clothes dresser, “Blizzard Warning, Story County.” I heard the wind and looked out: completely dry. No snow. One does need snow to engage blizzard conditions.
This morning the wind is still rattling the stove vent and stiff branches next to the house. But no snow yet. Just wind chills.
Meanwhile, very sunny.
My wife remarked on the similarity to our wedding day eighteen years ago. Bone chilling temps the day after clouds dropped fifteen inches of snow on Iowa. The main difference is that there’s more white in my beard today then then and less white–much less–on the ground.
Just leftovers from last week, like an ice cap on Mars. And not too much warmer, at that:
One lone crow huddling on the ground out there. Hope it likes freeze-dried food.