A glance out my kitchen deck revealed four inches of snow. I quickly retreated to hot tea and toast. It will melt off by 10 a.m. I guessed. Huh! It snowed all day. With mail yet to sort through, I had plenty to keep me busy.
Periodically through the day, I went outside to admire the beauty of it. Wouldn't want to fill a whole season with the stuff, but it has its glory.
It got thicker and thicker as the day wore on. Then it would melt a bit and start over.
The scene out the bedroom side of the house was irresistible. (Click to enlarge)
The contrast of snow and moss on that old tree of mine. Not many opportunities to see that happen.
My woodpile wore the frosting. No matter. I couldn't use the wood anyway since my chimney needs cleaning and the chimney sweep didn't answer my phone call. It was a beautiful, quiet, Sunday, and as I walked inside, I dropped my new camera with the lens open and broke it. I have a temporary back-up camera, but I'm sad about my little Canon Elph. What a sweet little camera. I'm in the snow while Jim endured a wind storm. I know a family that moved from Southern California because too many sunny days without contrast is boring. It's never boring here.
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