I understand Nashville is in the throes of the proverbial “dog days,” all gasping dry heat and parched lawns. This is what we encountered today, August 31:
That’s right, over a foot of snow. Not flurries, but clear-the-shelves-at-Kroger, school-is-cancelled snowshowers. Then again, we were on a glacier. Still, it’s unnerving but also a little delightful. Another glory of travel.