It's January

 


It's January and as such we are in the middle of a really cold snap. Today is Thursday, on Saturday evening through Sunday...all day Sunday, we had winter precipitation in the form of freezing rain, sleet and finally snow.

Right here in our area we didn't get hit as badly as areas north of us.  We only got maybe a quarter of an inch of ice coating everything, then sleet and snow on top of that.  But due to the temps, which have not been above freezing for several days now, there hasn't been much melting at all.  I took this picture yesterday morning on the way to town a long K Highway.  You can tell that the trees are still iced over, even after two days of partly sunny weather.

Here's a shot of our trees taken yesterday morning.  




Here's a cedar tree shot the day riafter the ice hit 

It has been nice to finally get out and around, but this evening into tomorrow we are supposed to get anywhere from 2 to 4 inches of snow, maybe even more accumulation depending on which way the storm travels.  It is coming up from Texas, of all places.

And in the meantime, while the Midwest is freezing and fighting winter weather there are wildfires consuming Southern California at a horrifying rate.  The winds down there are just whipping the flames out of control.  

I have nothing more to add to that than that my prayers go up for all those affected. I'm sure the losses have been catastrophic, and as of yet there's no end in sight.  

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