Was the first snowfall once cause for excitement? Was it a reason to gaze out of the window, entranced by magical dreams of winter beauty? Face it, gurl, you live in a country where this stuff will haunt you for about six months every year. First times for anything can be magical, mysterious, memorable, or miserable. Snow or not, a walk outside always does me good. Here are a few surprises from yesterdays slog through the slush
These creatures emerge in my local park. Never see them in summer!
Of course tamer creatures show up too. This chubby bird might have a hard time with lift off.
By the time I met my goal of 10k steps evening was making its early appearance. Fruit, snow and streetlight – quite the combination
Of course one can always opt for the basics. This one is a classic, a witness to wet mitts and calls for hot chocolate!