For the second time this week we had a “snow storm” here in North Texas. This one was as anticlimactic as one a few days ago, but it did leave my yard covered with a beautiful sheet of ice. This morning when I let Harley the Wonder Schnoodle out to do his business, it was so cute to watch him prance around on the icey grass, with his little paws punching through the thin sheet to the frozen ground below. I could tell that he was both confused and thrilled with this foreign experience.
The 10 bags of concrete sitting on my back porch, waiting to be poured into my new patio, also survived the storm. I was worried they might get wet and solidify into something I’d never be able to lift, but luckily