First off, let me say two things emphatically: this is Terra, and I want to apologize up front to Paula and all of our other friends who are snowbound and dog-sick of the white stuff. Here in Memphis a snowfall is a rare (though getting less rare in the new millennium) and wonderful event. Memphians, particularly Midtowners like us, feel an urgency to run to Sessell's and buy bread, beer, and milk. Even if we have a house full of it, we just have to do it. Politicians, being ever-aware of such driven behavior, hurry there at the first announcement of snow possibility and pass out campaign literature. Photographers, such as I, put on our boots and wade out into the wintry wonderland to see if we can find some shape or form that we have not seen and captured in days gone by. Here is what our most recent snowfall looked like through my eyes and lens. 
To my eyes, even the ordinary, mundane piece of gardening equipment takes on a new personality when you add snow.
As you can seed, the snow was light and fluffy at the Hudarosa, and, thankfully, covered the remaining dead leaves which have been begging me, to no avail, to rescue them from their watery existence.
Remarkably, Furry's fish are staying awake for the winter in this fountain, thanks to the heater that we replaced last winter.
It was a beautiful, clear day after the snow fell, and looking across the street at our favorite neighbors' homes was a visual gourmet dinner. 
Out in the corral, Furry's Mustang waited for the snow to melt. Though it is 7 years old, it's still our new car, and we take the truck when it rains, snows, or when birds fall from the sky. I am not kidding.
If there is such a thing as just the right amount of snow, this was it. The pool deck never looked better.
Dr. Freud, call your office, and tell me why, after 50-odd years of making photographs, do I still enjoy looking at the world through the v-neck of a tree?
It's a rare quality of light that opens a shadow up so nicely as these on the chairs.
And nothing is so rare in Memphis as a beautiful, blue sky, framed at the bottom by another very open shadow. Ah, what a beautiful world we have!
The tufts of snow make this already interesting bench embellishment even more so.
A throne fit for a snow king.
More happy fish in a not-so-frozen fountain. Furry loveth well all creatures great and small.
The roses will have to wait a few months to put on their climbing shoes.
The carcas of the yard's biggest lily (about 10 feet tall this year) strikes an interesting pose.
The robins were putting on their ice skates when I took this shot.
Funky chicken, frozen stiff.
Praying mantis, praying for warmer weather.
Hey, Cory, remember when we shot these fans on the pool deck. It wasn't much warmer, like February or some such. Earliest we ever opened the pool.
Something smells farty, Dad.
Love the shadows and the snow on the bench.
Simone, catching the rays, or else the last little snippet of Zoe's flatulence. You decide.
Simone wants to do the ASPCA shots with Sarah McLachlan. She certainly has the cinematic chops for it.
This one's for you, Duffy Lou. Come rescue me now. These people are bastards, I promise you.
This is my best side. Or maybe it's the other side. Hell, I'm beautiful from any side. Get over it!
Ok, now it's Zali's turn. Mommy is sorta like a montessori school teacher.
Anybody got any wine they don't need. Preferably French, like me.
Somebody dropped some food around here.
My beautiful tail is getting all snowy, and my handsome feet are cold. This stuff is cwap, I tell ya.
Say goodnight, Gracie. Goodnight, Simone and Zoe. Goodnight, Monsieur Zali. Thanks for letting me hijack you blog, Furry.
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