My Christmas month in England is over. On Saturday I returned home to Nova Scotia, and it snowed. To be expected really at this time of year I thought. But people say it doesn’t usually get this cold in January. What! It’s going to get colder! OK, I can do this, I really can. Yesterday I woke up to the brightest, whitest sparkingest day. Childhood memories flooded in.
The air is pure here, so lichen grows on tree branches, making a good place for the snow to settle.
Seed heads survived the snow storms, and have a sprinkling of frost which is hard to capture on camera. Snow scenes present special problems for people like me who are not as versed in their camera’s bells and whistles as they should be.
Frost coated branches are hard to define against a white background. They are so beautiful. They really are.
A tiny vacant bird’s nest has a hat of snow. Hopefully, in the spring it will become occupied again.
Tommy isn’t at all sure about this. Please excuse the rear end shot, but he couldn’t stop for photographs.
Back inside where he has discovered underfloor heating. There are bathroom tiles with mats on them, he believes are specially arranged for his afternoon sleep.
Meanwhile I stay outside for a bit longer, enjoying the transformation of our garden.
So lovely. So Canadian. I love it!