The Crows are Flying Sideways!

The storm is here and the poor crows are being blown sideways across the sky! We may even get snow today which only happens about every 10 years. Oliver's in his loft staring through the narrow window, looking for any traces of icy flakes. Molly's still in her toasty bed and I'm sitting with a cup of tea in a softly lit room with the candles burning. The rain comes down harder every few minutes, pouring off our roof and down the grape vines into huge puddles in the flower bed. The ground is covered in small white petals from the trees and the calendula look like little orange cups filling to the brim. My cup overfloweth.