In New York City, the most exciting part of the blizzard was Monday afternoon; the office closed early but before I went home, I took a few pictures of the snowy rooftops. It seemed like it was going to be a big storm, which made me wish that I owned a penthouse apartment with a roof-deck like the one that was pleasantly illuminated below me. Actually, the snowstorm didn't really have much to do with that wish, which is more or less constant. Meanwhile, the avenues heading north were covered in snow, turning Soho for a few minutes (and from a great height) into a quaint little village. On Sunday, when the "media storm" about the blizzard was kicking into gear, reactions were mixed. It seemed unlikely that 12-18 inches could make this one of the biggest storms in the history of New York City, given that we had 3 feet a few years ago. The irises -- as usual, completely oblivious -- believed it was already spring. Stephen and I went for a walk through Hamilton Heights and had brownstone envy as we admired the wide facades adorned with beautiful architectural elements. Some of these houses still need to be restored, however, such as the one with the iron gate over the front door. Or at least that's the assumption: it's also possible that the owners, like a certain number of people in today's society, had the gates installed in advance of the coming zombie apocalypse. Around the corner on Saint Nicholas, we passed the famous mansion built by one of the famous circus impresarios. (I can never remember if it's Barnum or Bailey.) As it turned out, we only got around 6 inches of snow, but it still looked lovely on the block. I mean, if you had never seen it before, you would probably be dumbstruck by its strangeness. How can snow be made out of water? It's one of the great miracles we take for granted. I shook the snow off the branches of the spruce. (This is a "before shot.") The light fixture was wearing a little snowy hat. As far as I could tell, most of the effects of this storm, at least in New York City, fell into the "cute" category, which made a lot of people who were expecting "mortal danger" very upset. Nobody likes to have their calamitous expectations dashed! Oh well, maybe the next storm will do better, I thought, as I broke the news to the orange orchids, who were predicting 8-10 feet of snow as recently as Monday night. "We went to the grocery store and bought cabbage, because it was the only thing left...so annoyed!" Meanwhile the irises -- oblivious as ever -- continued blooming, as if it were already spring. It was another improbable miracle that I took for granted because it happens all the time.