Snow isn't falling, it's being whipped to the ground by tempestuous, wild wind. It howls around the eaves of the little cabin, hisses through the fencing of the chicken coup and catio. The thin layer of snow, perhaps an inch on the ground, is at least fresh, constantly rejuvenating, a river of flakes sussurating across the ground.
A feeble sun peeks momentarily through the gap between horizon and cloud, before being swallowed again by a leaden sky. Now, with the aid of the wind shredding the steely clouds, the sun again shines brightly, for the first time today. But its vain attempts to warm have been completely thwarted by the savage cold of the wind and storm.
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38°, 45mph SSW wind, gusting as high as 55mph locally, as the wind always accelerates rolling over the ridge. Lots of rain last night, which melted off the existing snow, today's is all new stuff. I expect the sun to win its battle later today, which will result in a repeat, a transition to wind and sun, melt, rain, get cold again, snow a itsy bit more, blow it around a bunch.
Rest of the mountain is getting good accumulation, White Divide is getting the short end of the stick from this storm. That's the way it goes, either we get it the worst, compared to the surrounding area, or we get almost nada, and our neighbors flood.