This Morning
10 F. Fresh powder covers the garden. Tuscany in winter.
No fog, no mist; clear, bright, jovial, stirring, cold; cold, piping for the blood to dance to; Golden sunlight; Heavenly sky; sweet fresh air; merry bells. Oh, glorious! Glorious!
Charles Dickens, The Christmas Carol
And just because it is such a stunning contrast, here's what it looked like 4 months ago:
posted by Sherry W @ 8:12 AM
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Top pic, Pippin's footprints Sherry?
Steve Sparrow
No, our local wild rabbit who moves in and out of garden and the park behind.
Pippin wisely stays in doors.
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