Linda is sad about the flowers just emerged.By the time I got downstairs, the walkway was not suitable for wheelchairs, limiting me. The sky and clouds were blue/purple with yellow spots of light dotting the street and coming through trees as I could see fat snowflakes whirling around and down.
A blogging thanks to Linda, who ventured out in Moccasins of deer skin and rabbit fur we got in Churchhill, MB, on Hudson's Bay in the arctic and got the shots I asked.
A cyclist rides on, disappearing into the fog, as they go up the steep hill towards town.
The sidewalks are untouched, and the snow drifts down over cars and trees. Twice, the weight of snow on an upper tree branch showered Linda with a silent snow deluge.
Though the sun is up, there is no light as yet, only a odd reflection of blue on the underside of the clouds, and the fat flakes, indicating it is just below freezing. I don't know if midday will leave us with a mucky mess, but now, it is both pretty and means delays.
I provide 'moral support' and most importantly, make sure the door is open when Linda returns.
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