Winter Wonderland

One of the things I love the most about snow is that each snowfall has its own personality.  The snow that fell Friday was an indolent, drifting snow, with no damaging wind, and flakes that were almost two inches in diameter.  The flakes stuck to everything, dusting the world in the finest silvery lace.

I took these pictures at sunrise on Saturday and caught the reflection of the sun on the snow, which made the snow appear pink.  Kind of like The Cat in the Hat Comes Back, but without the need for Voom.

I was glad I got a few still moments with the sunrise because after that, I took down all of our Christmas decorations, which has to be my least favorite job EVER.

For some reason, turning THIS:

back to this:

just knocks all the stuffing out of me.

I had to bribe myself with a few rounds of sock knitting on Jane's socks to make it through.

I did have some help, though: