In our front yard, one downed branch has snapped under the weight of wet snow.
Looking east, I see that the trees that separate our yard from the residence where my mother lives are all frosted in white.
Terry can't see the beauty left by this spring storm: He is worried that heavy snow-laden branches may pull down some power lines...
Sitting indoors - in a house heated by electricity - I'm thankful it hasn't happened!
It's not over yet either! Our forecast calls for another day or two of wet sticky snow!
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