|Snow collecting on the hockey net.|
So, when it was time to take Kane for his walk, I grabbed my camera and watched the big clusters floating down.
|(Yes, I made this gif. Next time I'll use a tripod.)|
|The path across from our house. (A liminal space!)|
Okay, maybe that was a rather clunky comparison. How about, like snow on a pine bough?
I felt so quintessentially Canadian as I walked by the hockey rink.
|This is part of our world.|
I just love how delicately the snow balanced on the net.
Even the picnic pavillion had a certain glamour in the snow.
We didn't take a long walk that day -- it was hard slogging in the soft, deep snow -- but I am glad we were out in it.
We love to complain about winter weather, but it really is magical, impossible to describe to someone who has never seen it.