We do have sons.  Boys sure tend to vanish when the camera appears though.  They looked so bright against our first snow when they were bringing in my shopping bags I ran out to catch them as they are right now – one growing like a weed, the other finding all sorts of reasons to postpone that haircut another day. 

 The glitter-soft flakes have turned the farm into a snow globe but have had little impact locally other than to frost every surface beautifully.  This kind of snow we won't complain about.