A strong west wind, gusts up to 60 MPH, blows snow across the meadow. On Monday evening, the trees had been beautifully flocked with snow. The wind removed it.
Almost white-out conditions prevailed a good part of the day. The clouds were as dark as rain clouds, but they were producing snow. It was hard to tell sometimes whether it was snowing or just blowing snow.
More falling and blowing snow as the coulds raced from west to east; moments of sunshine peeking through were followed by more clouds piling over the mountain front. And more falling snow.
Afternoon, and the snow stopped. The sun was still playing coy among the clouds--now out, now hidden.
And I finally got an answer to my question. Were the tracks in the yard other dogs or coyotes? Definitely coyote.
Here is a young one, down by the scrub oak behind the house. Beautiful!
Tomorrow. Two hour delay because the roads are icy. But we should be able to get out of here.
Tell El Nino. Tell Winter: Let up until after the wedding.
Please? With a dusting of snow on top?