So it turns out, it DOES snow in Montana. Total shock to us all, I know. In Colorado, we gave storms that dumped this much snow names. Here, we apparently call it "Friday."
#MrJennsen is not short of stature, and yep, it's up past his knees. Also, we lost a tiny tree limb to the weight of the snow that had perched atop it. "Firewood for next year" is the mantra to be uttered whenever this happens.
P.S.: It's wonderful and beautiful - all light and fluffy - and we're so glad we don't need to leave the house for several days!
