The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?
~ J. B. Priestley
As what seems to be the norm for me lately, I can't swear that these photos are all from the same day. We've had so many snowy days that they all seem to blend together.
Still, snow out here in the country doesn't get old as quickly as snow in the city used to. It stays white. It stays fresh. It stays. Well that last part is a bit much.
I'm told that this winter is the worst the locals have seen in a very long time. That's encouraging because for a first winter, I'm not finding it all that awful. The cold is unpleasant but the worst of that is mostly overnight. And of course, we have our beautiful deer come visit us daily. Winter in the city was never like that. Bundle up and join me while we wander about on this snowy day.
The lake is frozen solid in the bay, with thigh-high snow piled upon it. Snowmobiles have created many paths through the weeks, as have the deer as they make their way to and from neighbours. Those two blobs over on the left of the dock frame are all that you can see of a couple of wood chairs. The sky is beginning to show some blue but snow continues to whirl and swirl with the wind.
A slightly different angle allows you a peek at our barbecue. It's doing a heroic job of holding up all that snow.
Outside the kitchen window, a small cafe table and chair are also doing their best with their snowy burden.
The Chickadees don't mind the snow, as long as we put out the usual Birdie Buffet. This one is eyeing the freshly scattered seed.
This was certainly an earlier time in the winter. Our snowbanks are ridiculously high now.
These neighbours only live here through the warmer seasons. No need to plough their driveway in winter.
This first time I saw this owl from a distance, I briefly thought it was the real thing. I suppose if I had seen it with that snow on its head I might have known better.
I like the rustic look of this garage down the road from our place.
A single birch shows off its own winter white.
A large dollop of snow melts and refreezes on the clothesline.
And no winter post could be complete without one of our sweeties who come to visit daily. Hello, deer!
Join me again soon for some more photos.
The snow is sparkling like a million little suns. ~ Lama Willa Miller