A week ago today, when we got our first ARCTIC BLAST (1), we rushed out to enjoy sledding and tromping through snow.
Yesterday’s ARCTIC BLAST (2) poured down a foot of dry snow, which was frosted overnight with a layer of ice. So walking sounds like this: crack-punch … crack-punch … crack-punch.
I took my dogs out for a brief walk. (They didn’t really like the crack-punching effect.)
Did we let this stop us?
Bird bath, post-ARCTIC BLAST (2).
Ferns in spring.
Ferns in winter. I love how sprawly they look!
Butterfly bush in summer.
Butterfly bush in winter.
Blueberries in summer.
Blueberries in winter.
Anemone in winter.
I couldn’t find a photo of my gooseneck loosestrife in summer on my computer, so I got this off the Internet to give you an idea how they look.
Gooseneck in winter.
Me, in temperature-controlled room, re-touched and de-freckled by Photoshop.
Makeup-less me in winter.