Effing snow.

So it did snow last night, and it's sticking to the grass. It's 35 degrees out right now. Paulie doesn't know what to do:

He won't go onto the grass unless I put him there. And even then, he glares at me. Poor little guy.

I took the picture of Paulie, and the next ones with my new phone. Here are some pics of the snow:

The backyard. The wind knocked my chairs and table over.

The front.

My little flowers that could. I wonder how long they'll survive.