My hubby texted this morning, asking if I was gonna head outside to take pictures of the snow before it melted. “It looks like whipped cream plopped everywhere!”
I was reluctant to venture out into the cold so early in the morning, but he convinced me to go for it.
Thanks for the encouragement, Honey Bunches.
There’s something so beautiful about freshly fallen snow – when the individual flakes cling to every surface and are still clearly discernible.
After a brown, unseasonably warm Christmas, even I am kind of happy to finally see some snow. I had to grab the camera and run out for a couple shots as soon as I noticed it.
My little sisters came to visit me this week. If the snow keeps accumulating, they might regret having left all the great hills back home.