By Southern definition.
Saturday morning last the snow began to fall. We ran some errands, with clerks from the home improvement store to Trader Joe’s asking, “How are the roads?” and wishing us, “Safe Travels!” In our neighborhood children were out with sleds on anything resembling a hill. Adorable.
A few centimeters accumulated by midday before the temperatures rose and melted it all away, but I was able to snap before that happened.
A neighbor’s plum blossom, outstanding with its pink coat.
The dating-to-1786 cemetery near our home. I do need to investigate.
Winter is a good color on our Versailles.
And of course, magic elixir for CTF.