They said it was gonna snow yesterday, and they were right.

I always like the first snowfall of the year.  I’m not sure why.  I even like the cooler temperatures, and don’t miss the sunny, warm (hot, in my opinion) summer days.  There’s something about the crisp feeling on my face, or maybe it’s the fresh, clean smell of the air in general.  As I’ve said before, autumn and early winter are my favourite times of the year.

snow bridge

It’s a good thing I got all of the goldfish inside two days ago.  They are tough little critters, but I doubt they could have survived a pool of slush.

Bandit feels the same way about the snow.  I’m sure it’s my imagination, but I’m positive his eyes get bigger in a happy surprise, and he turns into a 3-month old puppy running around in circles and rolling in the fresh white snow.  And, as you can see, since he’s a real “man-dog” one of the first requirements is to write you name in the snow.

bandit writes his name

The tree in the picture below is folded in half by the weight of the snow. The branches don’t usually hang down like that. Pussy willow tree in snow In fact, all of the trees in my yard are bent with the weight of the snow. I have a weeping birch that was about 7 feet tall, and it was squashed down to about 2 1/2 feet. When I brushed the snow off of it, it stretched out to about four feet tall.

I’m going out right now to find my snow shovel and clear the sidewalks.  I’ll add some more photos later on today.