Not our first of the year by a long shot, but the first storm that's rolled in packing enough of a punch that we didn't even try to send the kid to school. Eighteen inches of snow forecast, sub-zero temperatures and possibility of zero visibility--it's just not worth the risk.
Unfortunately, that doesn't mean the rest of us get to hunker in the house, except for my husband who had hip replacement surgery two weeks ago and is therefore cosigned to lounging in the house until after the first of the year. That means I'll be the one out there with Dad trying to get tractors and pickups to start and run in the bitter cold, slogging around in the white stuff to keep everything fed. Animals generate body heat from what they eat, so good feed is more important than ever at times like this. We'll be out there tossing hay for as long as the visibility allows. Then we, too, may be forced to hit the couch. But only for safety's sake.