We have little wind, and I am just going to get my wellies on to do the trudge to the woodshed and take the dogs out. Sammy loves the snow and forgets what he is out there for. He comes back like a snowman. Brodie puts on her high heels and has to be dragged.
The temperature sat at -1 all night and it is 0 deg now, but not expected to rise. The roads are clear, but I would not like to drive the car up the driveway. I might leave it until tomorrow because I am a big wimp.