Snow joke

The joke was on me! I couldn’t believe my eyes when I woke up to a covering of snow, and it continued to fall gently for the rest of the day. It was lovely, soft, powdery snow and by late evening we had about three inches of the white stuff. The joke is that I had seen the forecast for snow on Sunday when the rain was pouring down and I smiled wryly, thinking that there was no way that snow would lie on our soaked landscape. How wrong could I be? By the way, Bertie loved it so our afternoon walk took twice as long as usual.