I'll be saying an extra prayer tonight

If you haven't already, it's time to get yourself right with God. Because the end is near.

How else can you explain two consecutive weekends of snow in our little corner of the South? (Mr. Gore, you shut your pie hole! I'm not in the mood for an "I told you so!")

Here's a shot out the front door.



And check out this shot of the side yard, where my pear trees battled to shield my precious lawn from the snow.


So as we fall alseep tonight, we get to wonder if the clippety-clop sounds we hear are just the clumps of snow falling from the roof, or the hoofbeats of the four horsemen of the apocalypse.