White Christmas

Until 2010, Atlanta hadn't had a white Christmas since record keeping began in 1896. Naturally, Justin and I weren't here to witness it. We spent Christmas in South Georgia with our families, which, in my opinion, was better than a white Christmas. As we drove back to Atlanta on Sunday afternoon, we ran into snow around Forsyth. It was very different. I can't say that I've ever driven in that much snow before. It wasn't sticking to the road, which was wonderful, but it was definitely coming down quickly. We should have known to expect lots of snow on objects at the house when we saw a car in Macon Sunday afternoon with a Dekalb County license plate that was covered in snow.

This was the front yard when we arrived home:

A little snow was still in the courtyard when we got home. Pete and Annabelle didn't seem to mind it. Doesn't the yard look dreary and sad?

You can see the snowflakes falling in this photo.

We didn't get as much snow last weekend as we did in February of this year. There was still snow on the ground Wednesday morning. It's all gone now.