Skylar trees

Winter Storm Skylar finally departed and left snow amounts that varied all over the nearby map. A small town a mere ten miles to our west reported a foot and a half of the white stuff, while here, the most I could measure was the half-foot I mentioned yesterday. While the nor'easter was no big deal in terms of damage, it was, I have to admit, a beautiful gale that left the trees coated with white, an icy sparkle on the tiny branches that picked up and retained some of the freezing rain that marked Skylar's very start, and just a gorgeous morning. Would that I could have taken the day off to go cross-country skiing or snowshoeing, but I had too much writing to work on and an afternoon taken up by cardiac rehab, so, after a quick photo excursion, I gave in to virtue. With any luck, I'll get a chance to ski tonight when my son Noah pays dad a visit.

Skylar Mame's barn