Old Man Winter had tired of toying with his usual victims. Feeling a bit of ennui after months of watching the hardy souls up north enduring his annual onslaught, he turned his beady little eye south of the Mason-Dixon line.
One hopes he has had quite enough frivolity for one year.
The morning after the big storm, I saw something I’d never seen before. How else to describe other than a sort of snow-fog? It was eerily beautiful.
As February has drawn to a close, the snow is melting and a certain little Westie-boy is suffering from cabin fever. Aren’t we all?
And can we have a round of applause for the stalwart and cheerful crocus? Hope truly does spring eternal.
Thank you to Cardinal Guzman for hosting this monthly photo challenge.
And thanks for reading,