Monday, September 28, 2015
Just when it seemed that Spring had arrived and the firewood pile no longer needed replenishing we woke up to silence. When there is a snowfall the birds and frogs are quiet and the snow deadens any sound and reduces any likelihood of distant traffic sounds. It was a still morning so the snow settled on thin surfaces without being blown off.
The not so hot house
Even thin branches kept snow cover
The old boiler looking iced
The shed I would have been working on.
The potatoes that were planted the day before
It melted pretty quickly and was all gone by afternoon but lo and behold the next morning there was another dump!