In the bleak midwinter
Frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron,
Water like a stone;
Snow had fallen,
Snow on snow,
Snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter,
Long ago.
Icicles on the eaves at the front of the house.
Isabella wields an icicle sword.
Dom shovels the drive.
Theresa makes a snow angel.
Bushes across the street glowing at night.
more pictures when I figure out how to get them off the camera…
Beautiful! One of the things I liked of snow when I was a child was the different look it gave to usual things – and of course all the fun you could have with it, even to just look up at the big flakes falling fast was good fun! Now I think my favorite thing is the silence and peacefulness of a world finally quiet under thick, perfect snow.
Perfect weather to enjoy a cup of hot chocolate… though, come to think of it, any weather is perfect weather for that
I believe that this is a Dark-Eyed Junco. May I recommend, The Sibley Guide to Birds for a gift under the Christmas Tree. Merry Christmas to All Maryann
That’s a junco indeed. We used to see a lot of them at our feeder in wintertime in Virginia. I miss them! Sweet little things, so pretty against the snow.
Merry Christmas to all of you, Melanie!