First snow

Winter arrived well and truly this morning.  The plummeting temperatures had promised as much, and we woke to a fine dusting of icy snow.  We were quickly into our warm gloves and hats.  Well, all except Pete, who seems to think that his new Geordie haircut has given him a North Easterner's immunity to cold.  He eventually demurred to put on a hat.

When his hands turned blue we thought it was best to come back inside and warm up with lashings of hot chocolate.  During the day we watched a small pond outside the window freeze before our very eyes, and the thermometer says it's -4C!  I shouldn't complain - Hannah was in Calgary this week where the local weatherman urged residents to enjoy the warmth while it lasted.  It was -5C when she was there, and forecast to dip to -19C on the weekend.  Didn't we choose to move here from California?

Cold, what cold?

Deep and crisp and even.  Not really.

I built a snowman!

Such a cold finger.