These first two are from the first day, when it was still snowing. I like the amber color of the fungus in the first one - it's growing on the branch of a cedar tree. It looks like the branch is wearing a necklace. I also like the crazy contrast of the cedar fronds.
Falling. Love it. Want more.
The second day, the snow was all crunchy. Several of the limbs from one of these cedar trees started cracking and falling under the weight of the ice about two minutes after V and I walked out from under them.
Here's V under the tree, being sweet, as usual. (She didn't get those eyelashes from me.) I love her little frosty nose. Didn't bother her one bit; she'd only be still for a minute when I wanted to warm it up.
Ice-covered cedar tree branches. So heavy, they touch the ground.
Frosty Sweetgum ball. Everyone complains about these trees, but I like having them around. My grandparents had a tree at their house, and so they remind me of them. I used to gather them up off the ground to play with.
The pink sun flare makes me happy.
Very few icicles around. I remember pulling them off the side of my grandparents' roof and eating them when I was a kid. Kind of yuck to think about now, but I loved that. Today, V was handing us chunks of icy snow to eat and calling them Smarties. R brought some home for me from Canada a couple of weeks ago. They're my absolute favorite. (If you've got any Smarties you need to get rid of, email me and I'll send you my address. Like, seriously.)
After all that, what could we do but come in and have some hot chocolate with marshmallows?