Old Man Winter’s here with a vengeance.
It’s especially cruel after the mild sunny weather we’ve just enjoyed. I thought spring had arrived, and then…this happened.
How am I supposed to explain to an aging Chihuahua that she’s going to have slog through snow drifts up to her chin???
I was hoping to take some photos of the light dusting of snow on the mountains.
Although I’m vehemently anti-snow, I can admit it has a certain beauty…when viewed from a great distance.
Wouldn’t you know it–it began snowing lightly when I embarked on my picture-taking walkabout. The mountains were totally obscured by clouds. I was cold and damp; the pin of my Remembrance Day poppy poking me in the neck because I’d zipped my jacket so high.
Don’t even ask about my Chihuahua, who was wearing a heavy sweater under her new winter jacket. (She waddled like a Butterball Turkey on its way to market!)
This is winter on the Coast.
The Grey Divorcee 