Yesterday afternoon it started to snow for real. We had a bit of sleet before that day, but then we got down to the serious work. It's been quite awhile since we last had snow, real snow. The kind that crunches underfoot and is so good for having snowball fights and making snowmen.
What is it about the whole outside world being covered with a layer of white stuff that makes the mundane suddenly look so magical?
And the world feels smaller somehow as sound is so muffled, even the light seems different, drained of colour.
It wasn't only snowing but quite stormy too. All in all we had about 10 cm of snow (about 4 inches). I can't remember when we last had that amount of snow.
The front garden, white again, due to snow this time, not roses.
Although there still were some roses in flower, like the lovely Moonlight that was having a hard time.
The birds were having a hard time too but luckily there is always somehing to munch chez Bliss. There may have been quite a snow storm going on but I still had a little puppy that needed to go for walkies, so out we went. Would widdle Tara like the snow or hate it?
Tara's first steps in the snow. Perhaps steps is not the right word for it. ;-)
Snow love or hate? What do you think, gentle reader?
Irrefutable proof that there was magic involved as Tara suddenly sprouted an extra leg.
Rooting in the snow with her little nosey, like a pig for truffles.
Oh look, it's Quintus, another puppy, let's play!
Happy little puppy up to her belly in snow.
Meeting up with her giant friend Bernie, a wonderfully gentle Golden Retriever. Tara is in safe paws with him.
We spent an hour playing in the snow but then it got too cold, my hands were frozen, it was getting dark and we were in dire need of some sustenance.
And while outside the birds were braving the inclement weather, little Tara was snug as the proverbial bug on a rug, or in this case cushion, happily munching a biccie in front of a roaring fire.
And to get defrosted I had a bit of this; mulled wine, cheers!
Then it was time to light the candles, a magical, fun filled day had come to an end.
Sweet dreams little Tara!
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