We have returned to our little cottage in the forest into the tumult of mid-winter, from the warmth of mid-summer in Europe. Within the first fortnight we awoke to this, our first proper snowfall, relieving me of work for the day (despite it being but a light scattering compared to some European or American folk). The view of our front yard from the lounge room.
A reminder of why I love where we now live.
My car with a good 5-6 inches of the frozen H2O. Such brilliance. As an Australian I'm happy with 2-4 good snowfalls in the region every year, it retains its sense of novelty. Some old, grumpy types will always complains just for something to do I believe but a good snowfall is always enough to lift the spirits, only when you have the option of retreating inside in front of the fire after some frolicking.
Two of the three in the herd, those retaining their 'winter stores' shall I say and have no need for a rug. My father in laws property, quite a serene, magical spot.
Yes, I may have gone a tad snow mad with the photos. #noregrets
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