Perfect snowball snow as seen from our back door, behind the cut:
When I just let the dog out, I noticed that the snow was so thick and sticky that it had built up several inches perfectly flat . . . on the latticed table and chairs. Not to mention weighing down the pine tree's branches something awful.
(The bumpy snow on the right is the edge of what comes off the slate roof.)
And since inanimate objects hate me and don't want me to get any work done tonight, I'm going to bed.