A gift

That's how I think of snow, a gift from God. It's rather infrequent here, and usually very short-lived. I don't most of the time"have" to go anywhere, so I just take delight in the beauty and change the snow brings.
Had grandchildren over today, much excitement inside and out. Gage was skiing with me, on John's skis, and we all did the sled hill. I am bruised.
The sky was a brilliant blue. These shots are from this morning, the extra looking toward the neighbor's barn.