Here is the sight that greeted us outside the windows when we got up yesterday morning.
That foot of snow on top of the car was not there the evening before. In the afternoon, after finishing with work, I attempted to go for a walk in the woods and learned that even with snowshoes it’s exhausting to break trail in eighteen inches of fresh fluffy snow.
Fresh snow seems to bring out what color there is in this muted landscape, like the blush of peeling birch bark. (I like this photo.)
As of right now (I am writing this Wednesday evening) my car is still buried. I can’t remember the last time I was literally snowed in!
Also, incidentally – today, March 1, is the two-year anniversary of my first blog post. Happy blogiversary to me!