Only eight inches... not so bad.
Heavy, wet snow - very beautiful.
I think of the first two stanzas of an old poem I learned as a child:
The First Snowfall
by James Russell Lowell
The snow had begun in the gloaming,
And busily all the night
Had been heaping field and highway
With a silence deep and white.
Every pine and fir and hemlock
Wore ermine too dear for an earl,
And the poorest twig on the elm-tree
Was ridged inch deep with pearl.