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Chilly weather

It's only snowed about three times ever, since we've moved here nearly nine years ago. These images were taken last week and our kids were hoping that school would have been canceled, but their wishes didn't come true. Apparently our pool and spa have an anti-freezing mode that we didn't realize we have.
When I woke up the morning after the very light snowfall, our waterfalls had come on automatically to prevent the pipes from freezing. That was handy! It kind of startled me when I thought someone had turned them on manually.
Lindsey and Kelly had covered the Pygmy Date Palm trees the night before when we heard the forecast for freezing temperatures. Lindsey always thinks of the plants. She's got quite the green thumb, and the thought hadn't occurred to me.
The Pottery Barn pillows I got on clearance and the Target chairs on clearance (great finds!) were iced over slightly, but you cannot tell here.
It's beginning to look a lot--for Austin--like Christmas!
Lindsey also took the potted plant into the garage for safety. Those plants are lucky to have her.
The rooftop has a light dusting of snow and it was exciting for everyone! I know, I know, it's no blizzard. But when it snows here in Austin, it's kind of big thing.
By the way, it was trash pick-up day. I don't normally store our recycle dumpster in the driveway, in case you were wondering. You weren't? Well, I just wanted to be sure.

Comments

Cassie said…
I am visiting my family in St. George for Christmas and we got 4 inches here~ They had a snow day for school!!
Lonna said…
You got way more than we did, but it was enough to get Gwen all riled up about making snowmen.

What a sweet girl Lindsay is for taking care of all the little plants. I think that she is so cute.
Bobbi said…
I'm glad you got snow!

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