Quietly pirouetting in on silvery-toed slippers of snow,
And we, we were children once again.
~Bill Morgan, Jr.
Trying to capture the snow falling -- but I also liked how the drain pipe is full of snow :)
My bundles of wood, ready and waiting. I'm going to save them for the evening hours, just in case I lose power and need some heat as well as ambience.
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