It snowed 13 inches Tuesday morning. Gack. I hurt my shoulder over the weekend and so can do very little. Shoveling the wet mess was left to DH, who did it with grace and no grumbling. Of course this means that the crocus, daffodils and other brave flowers just beginning to show their colors are now mashed to the ground under the load of snow. It's always inspiring to see how quickly they regain their composure after being dumped on and flattened into the mud. Wish I could learn to do the same. It is supposed to snow over the weekend again.