After many a prairie winter, the first snow is still a pivotal event, one that leaves me feeling both in awe and, at the same time, in a bit of a dither. This year the white morning arrived totally unannounced, with barely a frosty morning as a prelude. I kind of liked it that way.
With only warmer temps and abundant sunshine in the foreseeable forecast, enjoying the white morning was a given.
Perhaps more fun for some than others.
Lacie loves the snow. Coco… not so much, even though he got to wear his nifty red sweater with the comfy turned up collar.
With the absence of Jack Frost providing a first act, the flowers were caught a little off guard… but still appeared very dapper in their new flurry top hats.
The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment, then where is it to be found? – JB Priestley