Our snowfall in the metro Atlanta area would be considered "minimal" by other parts of the country, but for us it's a big deal. This past week the temperatures have been 20 or 30 degrees below normal for January in Atlanta. Thursday evening we received a smattering of snow - about 1/2 an inch. Friday morning was declared a "Snow Day" and our school system closed for the day. Because we get snow so infrequently, we don't have the infra-structure to support snow and ice on the roads. We don't have snow blowers, snow shovels or an adequate number of trucks to de-ice the streets. Our temperatures the past two days have been in the teens. Today, the high was 31 degrees.
I've been on the sofa covered with quilts and a warm "puppy, my Rusty." Our fireplace has been keeping us toasty warm. Sweatsuits, flannel P.J.'s and warm soups have been much appreciated.
These footprints on our deck and backyard are Rusty's ventures into the white unknown. Normally, I walk him in the street in front of our house. Since the snowfall, he's on his own in the backyard.
"Cajuns" and snow are not a good combination, but any cold weather brings out the Gumbo pots in all Cajun households. DH roasted a turkey last weekend. Turkey gumbo is on the menu for tonight. It's been cooking all day. This should do the job in keeping us warm.
