I was decorating the Christmas tree, this morning, when it began to snow. It's our first real winter storm. By now (evening), there are several inches accumulated and it's still coming down softly in big flakes (that's a shot through a kitchen window that Tom took at around 4 o'clock). 
We gave our last Christmas concert this afternoon, and were pleased to see that very few folks stayed home because of the weather. Here I am in front of the half-finished tree in my singing outfit, and, then, hot tea and music in hand, ready to head for the fairgrounds.
The concert went great! Our neighbors went and enjoyed it, too (whew!). Then, on the way home, sad that it was over, but singing my way through the falling snow and unbelievably gorgeous forest, I hit a curve just slightly too fast and skidded into a guard rail.
Phooey.
It's difficult to see very much damage, but that's partly because it's over the top of some dents that Rachel put there last year, uh, sliding into a guard rail.
We'll check it out tomorrow. Meanwhile, back to the tree...
