If I were a really courageous and dedicated blogger, I'd be going out during the day to take pictures of châteaux, churches, and villages under the snow. Sorry. I'm just staying in and going out only to walk the dog.
Yesterday morning Callie wouldn't even go for a real walk. We hadn't gotten far from the house when she starting giving me her unmistakeable "can we go home now?" look. She started limping and stood in the now with one front paw up in the air, as if she was injured. I pried a chunk of ice out from between her pads and we turned back. She literally ran back home, joyfully.
Bertie has been spending a lot of time in the house. Callie still doesn't accept him, but we can keep her up in the loft and let Bertie come in an lie on a rug in front of the fire for most of the afternoon. He likes that. It's chilly down in the garage where he sleeps at night, but we've given him a pile of towels to sleep in and he seems fine.
It's not as cold this morning as it was yesterday, but it was a lot colder when I got up in the middle of the night. The overnight low was minus 9ºC, but now it's up to minus 6.5. And it's snowing. That's why it got "warmer" — cloud cover moved in, stopping the clear-sky radiation of residual warmth into the atmosphere.
When this is all over, it will be interesting to see how many plants have been killed. I have some little trees in pots that I planned to plant in the ground this spring or next. I bet the roots have frozen solid. I'm wondering whether certain small plants that are already in the ground will survive. Oh well.
It's not snowing hard but we are having flurries. The weather report says they will continue through the day. I just looked out the window and it's actually snowing pretty hard right now.