Here in town the wild life sticks mainly to the backyard...
Last night we were all out, watching as the snow began to fall.
By morning we were wrapped in a beautiful blanket that wrapped the neighborhood in white and christened the gray winter blahs with promise.
Even Dirty Larry, the Youngest Unnamed One's elderly Toyota, looked brighter in white.
St. Christopher took up quite a collection.
All in all, a beautiful morning.
...for making a hot cup of tea, snuggling down under my throw and tending to that which I have left undone- editing...
1 comment:
Great photos, Nancy. I love the colors and the surreal aspect of the third one and the fifth reminds me of a Maxfield Parrish painting. Nice.
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