A huge winter storm, called a nor'easter" in these parts, descended with a vengeance yesterday, in the pre-dawn hours.
By the time most people in western Massachusetts woke up, snow had already been falling for quite awhile and accumulations could be readily detected.
One aspect of big snowstorms to be cherished is the silence they invoke.
As millions of flakes swirl from the sky, everything is extremely quiet, except for the sounds of occasional snowplows.
It's like being enveloped in a silent, frosty, and colorless world.
Below is our bird bath, complete with a device inside it to keep the water warm.
The bird feeder, shown at the top of the post, now has quite a fancy roof!
The baby swing in the backyard evokes memories of summer days, both past and also to come.
See that big mound behind the bushes? That's my car that bravely collects snow because we don't have a garage.
Admittedly, snow days are dear to my heart, especially when I can stay blessedly home and get caught up on cleaning, office correspondence or anything else that needs doing.
WHAT DO YOU LIKE TO DO WHEN YOU HAVE A DAY ALL TO YOURSELF?
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