The biggest snowstorm in a number of years rolled in Wednesday night and Thursday.

The timing was good and bad, since it arrived the day before about 100 folks or so usually descend for our annual Solstice bonfire.  Bad because it may be hard for people to get here, good, because it covers up the dried grasses in the pasture.

The back end of the Subaru didn’t quite make it in the shed (unnamed daughter did not pull the vehicle in front of this one far enough into the shed to allow Mom all the way in the shed after fetching niece Jill from the airport, just an hour or so before it shut down for the evening because of weather).

We were in the bullseye just east of Ames, with about 13 inches of snow, including the always heavy thundersnow.  Any time there’s lightning and thunder in snow, you’re in for a doozy of a storm. As a bonus, most of it came in sideways, with 30-50 mph winds steady for about 36 hours.

Daisy watches the kids trying to dig a fort into a drift on the driveway.

Martin peering out of his fort.

Late in the day, with the winds calming down and skies beginning to clear, the sundogs came out – because, of course after such a snow, standard practice is clear skies and arctic temperatures.