Nine inches of wet snow fell on the island last night. Evidently the snowfall tapered off a good deal as one went inland. This morning I was out shoveling. Getting the snow blower going seemed like too much trouble, as I'd have had to take off the sickle bar and put the blower onto the tractor, and I just didn't have enough time to fuss with it and get everything else done today that I needed to.
Checking Newell Cotton's diary entries around this time for snow, I find that on Dec. 7, 1896, "It snowed hard for a short time." On the 6th he'd written, "No sledding yet."