It is called "winter."
Our back porch this morning, as today's snow is just beginning and the wind moaning. Lovely, ain't it? A good day to stay home by the fire, take the dog for a walk down the road, and a hot toddy later. Wonderful stuff, but not too easy to mine the firewood out of the snowdrifts.
I half-hope Jose and his minions get here soon with the plow. (Why is it always Central American immigrants from the tropics doing the plowing and shoveling instead of native white or black guys? Is this a racist industry? Or am I an evil racist to even wonder?)