These folks up in Eagle River, Wisconsin put out corn to feed the area deer in the winter. When they say that they're as thick here as cats and dogs, they aren't kidding!

What do you suppose they sell in the gift shop?

We had our first big winter storm yesterday. The schools were closed, some of the businesses weren't able to open, and there were cars and trucks where cars and trucks shouldn't be.



Roads were closed and people were asked not to drive unless they had to, but a lot of us had to. I was rescued TWICE before I even made it in to work! I got stuck in a turn lane that had drifted about half way in, and some nice people in a Jeep pulled me out... and then I got stuck in the parking lot at work because it hadn't been plowed. The plows showed up early but they ran into a car, the plow driver got angry, threatened a security guard, and they left. Bummer.



I think that we had about a foot of snow, but I have drifts at home that are probably two and a half feet... woo hoo! It's so pretty.

It never seems quite as nice as when I was a kid, though. Up in Wisconsin... on the farm... snow was absolutely magical. So many memories of sledding and snow angels and running through fields that are spotless and smooth... man. Even though it doesn't LOOK like it looked then, it feels the same. Once you've absorbed wonder, it stays with you and naps until something familiar wakes it up. The first REAL snow (Mom always called it "snow to track a cat") does it to me every year. I love it.