Snow? Only If You're a Spring Chicken

If I were being generous, I would call it a dust of snow--not even enough to cover the sidewalk.

But the ladies were mystified by it this morning.  Everyone except Tori was born in early May, so they have yet to see real snow.  (Tori is the veteran of several real, honest-to-goodness snow storms.)  I encouraged them to venture out by putting some scratch in the snow, but none of them were having it.  When I left for work, they were all hunkered down in their snug run.