I truly suck at taking photos. I was going for the pretty copse of trees here, because they're all fetchingly snowed up one side like in a picture book. But then I got all taken with the valley and the farmland and the watery early morning sunshine.
Anyway, rural Ontario this last week has put me in mind of when Winnie-the-Pooh and Piglet go searching for a Woozle, following their own footprints in the snow. It all looks so astonishingly nonexistent-British-countryside-of-your-fictional-youth.
This is set to change over the next two nights though, as according to the Weather Network we are expecting a Significant Snow Event. They used the word 'colossal'. I live in the Snow Belt, it now transpires. (in the same way as I learnt the last move was into the Rain Belt, and the one before that was in the Minus Forty-Two Is Apparently A Real Temperature Belt. I'm all about the learning-by-doing).
I bet by the end of winter I'll have learnt to take a decent photo of snow. Looks as if I am about to get a lot of practice.