In the middle of the night, the snow started to fall. It was not the predicted 1/2 inch per hour, but a gentle, floating, large flakes that filled the air, leaving behind not more than a couple of inches. ( If you click to enlarge the first 3 photos,
you can see the trees
and maybe, even the outline of the barn and it's white diamond doors. )
By morning the sky was bright blue, the birch trees were
white on white.
Boughs of the Balsam were blanketed with only an inch of snow, just enough to hide it's greens.
Birds were busy filling their bellies, one seed after another.
The sun came out briefly, enough to sparkle the white background.
Morning, winter shadows are longer, demanding a second look.
The grasses give way to the weight of the snow,
bending to form a tunnel. I wonder if Mr. Hasenpfeffer would consider such a place to hide from Mr. Snowy Owl who has been known to hide out in the loft of the barn~
The snows blew in from the Northwest, filling the branches fo the wreath that hangs by the deck door. Even the little perching bird was covered.
The snowfall this time was just a tease, nothing like our western neighbors received. Well over a foot was being shoveled off the paths to homes and barns. Better there than here....
at least this time.
For now, thanks for stopping by and
stay safe, stay warm and keep your hat on.