Last night, it snowed here! So exciting. Here's a few pictures from this morning, looking out the window:
Brendan's scraping the powdery snow off the windscreen so he can go to work:
When I went for a run, the pond was frozen and snowed on. Kids were running around on it. I ran around on it too. Just because it's still a huge novelty.
The park was covered in a fine layer of snow. It mutes all the colours to white and grey.
On my way to choir tonight...
I love how the snow attaches itself to each individual blade of grass. When I came out after choir, the snow on each blade had doubled. It looked very odd, like thick fluffy worms. It's crunchy when you step on it.
Here's a photo taken this afternoon, just before my run about 4:30pm. Temperature around -2*C.
And here's similar grass around 9:30pm. Temperature estimated -3*C or -4*C. It's a lot less defined.
Snow makes me happy. It's just enough that it's fun and pretty, and not annoying. If it was several inches deep, it would start to be inconvenient. But at the moment, I'm enjoying it. The British are moaning about how it's one of the coldest winters in memory. So it's not just me then!