This is a familiar refrain heard a lot around these here parts lately. Well, it IS winter time. Boy-howdy, is it ever.
We're in the midst of a very cold snap. With wind. Which always makes it seem much worse than even the temperature would indicate.
But the good thing is we're getting frequent snows now (even though I always thought zero degrees was NOT a good snowing temp) so we have plenty of insulation for the ground and plants and enough to bank up around the buildings. We've not had any really huge snowfalls right in our area but rather have had frequent accumulations of 4" or 3" or 8" or 6". You get the idea. Nothing overwhelming but it does keep piling up.
This is our bird bath in the yard doing a good imitation of a mushroom, don't you think?
The view out the window over my kitchen sink is not hard to take . . . if you're snow lovers as we are.
These are some pretty impressive icicles hanging from the roof of our someday-to-be greenhouse.
I sure do appreciate the beauty of winter time. It's nearly 5 p.m. now and we're getting another lovely snowfall as the day fades into dusk. About 1" of new stuff so far. Wonder how much we'll have by morning's light?
P.S. Don't forget to scroll down to yesterday's post if you haven't seen it already and enter the caption contest for one of Chicken Mama's 2011 photographic calendars.
the quotidian (10.23.17)
13 hours ago