Winter wonderland blogging

So the day went pretty much as expected. Much shovelling of snow, building of snowmen, hauling the little one over to the coffee shop on her sled.

Photos to the right are just a few glimpses of the prettiness.

It's looking pretty seasonal 'round here of late. We've already got our ancient pagan symbol of rebirth up in the living room--a lovely Fraser Fir dressed to the nines in lights and the ever-expanding collection of ornaments my lovely wife now maintains. Raised Moslem, Christmas trees were forbidden fruit of a sort for her; she's gotten into collecting ornaments with gusto the last several years. We've now a sizeable and gorgeous collection of dragonflies (several, from several shops; it's a recurring theme), moons, stars, tiny glittering biplanes--it's a bit incredible, really, but no question, it's pretty.

I can get why folk might have been awfully impressed with conifers, in the day. Everything else gives up its leaves, gives the impression it's packed it in for the winter, and the pines, spruces, cedars and firs of the world just keep on keepin' on (though the ornamental varieties in the front gardens, clearly not used to climates quite like this, do need to have the snow shaken off them now and then--particularly after falls like the twenty-odd centimetres we just got) in temperatures you'd think nothing living should be able to put up with.

Well, that, and they smell so nice.