Snow Storm

All day the old earth waited;
The clouds hung gray and low;
Then in the brief and sudden dusk
It began to snow -

Flake by soft, white, feathery flake,
Until the rusty, brown
Hedgerows and the apple trees
Were swathed in eiderdown.

And all the bare fields round about,
And every rounded hill -
It snowed that night, it snowed the next day,
It snowed until the countryside,
As far as the eye could see,
Were no familiar landmarks, where
A fence or bush should be.
(Ethel Fuller)

Our winter of no snow is no more! We finally got a good old fashioned snowstorm complete with sleet, snow, blowing and drifting. It left in its wake, beautiful snow covered trees, slippery roads and driveways & yards to be cleared. Jeff fired up the payloader to start the snow removal and Gabi, Ruger & I took a walk to enjoy the crisp air and enjoy the beauty. This from a woman that normally hates snow but after not having any for so long it really is a pretty site.

My take on "Where's Waldo?" In this scene of black & white - where's Ruger?