I can't wait to see it in morning's first light. I am sure I will take a gazillion photos. I just can't help myself. Every year I say, 'baby-cakes. you don't need any more photographs of that tree covered in snow.' But, then I see the freshly fallen snow and I am like a kid in a candy store.
Or a bull in a china shop.
One of those.
Strong like bull.
ahem...where was I?
Oh, yes, gorgeous, beautiful, freshly fallen snow. It's reminds me of the pile of confectioner's sugar I sift when I make my famous carrot cake. Yes, it's famous. You haven't heard of it? Oh... hmmm... I could have sworn it was famous. How many people have to like something in order for it to be famous? oh...
I am starting to get confused now. It's late, it's dark...
Ah, yes, as I was saying, it's snowing again in these parts. I just can't wait to take a photo of that tree covered in snow (again).
Here is what it looked like last time it snowed:
It's just one of my favorite trees. Makes me smile. It's also my daughter's 'climbing tree'. Maybe that is why I am so attached to the tree. When she was little she grabbed hold of those branches and would not let go.
Small fry was determined.
And, if you please, shall we all just have a moment of silence for the diaper sticking out of the back of the pants.
Is it not delicious? Doesn't it make you want to wear outfits with peter-pan collars?
Why I didn't have 100 babies I'll never know...