For the first time in years, I don't hate the snow. How much of this is my inner-child still 'squee'-ing at me having gone out and shook the snow out of the tree (onto my head, naturally.), I don't know.I also have some pictures of the snow, ranging from 0718 this morning to 1030-ish.
The early ones don't look that good, but the later ones came out quite nicely (Although, they did start getting bland even later on.) A favourite with folks who I've linked to these images is this:
One thing that does worry me, however, is how much the phone-lines are sagging by.
You can see the difference from the previous picture, and they're only a couple of hours apart.
And now one not taken by me, but by my mother. This is just outside the front door, and shows the depth of snow there. I guess we're not going out of that door for a without a bit of effort.
