We don't get snow very often compared to the northern parts of the state or say, Nebraska where we suffered through seven long and dark winters. I must admit that Mr. and Mrs. Frosty are ceramic but they are sitting in a pile of the real stuff.
One of the things I really love about snow is how it looks when it catches on the branches. Of course the my darker side just worries about power lines. This is the elm outside of our kitchen door.
It was so nice I photographed it twice.
Of course my very, very favorite thing is to look out the window and watch someone else work. Oddly, Dave doesn't appreciate having his picture taken while he is working so hard.
If you ever need a guy to dig out your walks, two driveways and a parking lot for the huge fee of a cup coffee, don't call me. I'm not willing to give him up.
