We awoke this morning to one of those "white frosting" snows that coat even the smallest twig with white. As I might have mentioned before, my brain's Pavlovian response to this kind of snow is that it's a mandatory photo opportunity, and that thought has to be obeyed. I never take any good pictures in the snow, but that doesn't stop me.
I did think you might like to see what the field in back of the house looks like today, though:
I need to learn to stop calling it the soybean field, because, according to the neighbors, soybeans and corn are rotated every other year, and '15 is a corn year. So I guess, come the warm weather, it'll be the cornfield. It's bleak today, whatever you call it.
Hope you're staying warm, wherever you are.
Mike
Original contents copyright 2014 by Michael C. Johnston and/or the bylined author. All Rights Reserved. Links in this post may be to our affiliates; sales through affiliate links may benefit this site.
(To see all the comments, click on the "Comments" link below.)
Featured Comments from:
anurag: "My reaction is, how lucky you are. We don't get any snow here in Mumbai. Don't call it a bleak day for gods sake. It must be feeling as lovely as it looks."
Mike replies: It was really lovely this morning, I will say.
