I love the way snow turns blue at dusk, and how everything looks beautiful with the escarpment in the background.
These are a few weeks old now, and the snow has melted and frozen and snowed again since then. Groundhog Day is meaningless here; we’re lucky if spring beats Easter and we actually get a chance to dress our daughters in those lovely pastel-coloured dresses in April, let alone a mere six weeks of white stuff following February 2. But it’s coming. We’re halfway to spring.
In the meantime, winter gives us plenty to love.