Signs of the apocalyse

First, Harvey drowns the city.

 Next, the Astros win the World Series.

 And now -
Snow!!!






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  1. K DawsonDecember 8, 2017 at 9:42 AM

    Looks great on your bottle tree!

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    1. Dorothy BordersDecember 8, 2017 at 9:57 AM

      It certainly changes the look of the garden, covering up some of the mess, while it lasts.

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  2. SnapDecember 8, 2017 at 10:32 AM

    Ha!

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  3. Judy KruegerDecember 8, 2017 at 10:53 AM

    Yes, I agree with the title of your post today. Our latest fire is almost contained, we didn't have to evacuate thank goodness, but other fires are still raging. California seems like it just might go up in smoke. We have only had snow once or twice that I remember but it felt like another world when we did.

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    1. Dorothy BordersDecember 8, 2017 at 11:58 AM

      I've been thinking of you as I read news of the fires and wondering if they had affected you. I have to wonder what their long-term effects on the environment will be.

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  4. CarmenDecember 8, 2017 at 3:54 PM

    Ohhh! You are right, those signs cannot be ignored. :-)

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  5. rusty duckDecember 9, 2017 at 3:04 AM

    Now I’ve seen it all.
    I’ve come to expect the unexpected out of America these days. Not this one though!

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    1. Dorothy BordersDecember 9, 2017 at 9:46 AM

      Unexpected and disconcerting seem to be our daily fare, but I'm with you - snow was definitely a new twist.

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  6. Susan December 10, 2017 at 12:37 PM

    Love those snow pictures! How did all of your critters fare?

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