Snow White


Our first significant snowfall coated trees and lawns, turning our world white.

Admittedly, I am not a fan of winter – I’m a summer girl, through and through.  But the magic of the first snow is hard to ignore.

The golden shades of November disappear under this fresh layer of frosting; the barren branches are bright and new.

For now, at least, winter is a welcome sight.



Snow in New Brunswick

It’s been some time since I’ve posted.  I seem to have gotten out of the habit of updating my blog sometime around the craziness before Christmas.

Since I took a few pictures while I was in NB over the holidays, I thought I’d go back a bit and share some of them with you.  These were taken in my parents’ backyard; it snowed nearly every day I was there.


Finding Photos

Like many others in the Maritimes, I am (not so patiently) waiting for the arrival of spring weather.  Although the season may have officially begun over a month ago, it still looks and feels very much like winter.  (Yes, that white stuff is in the background is snow.)

Because of the cold and wet weather, and the rotting snow, finding photo opportunities has been a challenge lately.  Occasionally, I find something around the house to use as a subject matter.  And, occasionally, I find things through the window – like the rain drops on my barbecue.

I continue to hold out hope that it will end (the forecast says so, finally), and that green grass is not far off.

Until then, I will do my best to look on the bright side and find photos where I can (even if it means not leaving the house with my camera!).


Tree in Winter

In every season, this tree is picturesque.  It is my favourite tree in our yard.

I went up to my son’s room to capture this shot, to have a simple background of snow (instead of the other trees that stand beyond).  I love the shape of the branches, the tiny crab apples that hang on even through the fiercest months.

It has been the subject of many pictures as it changes with the seasons.




I am so tired of winter.

I am tired of bulky coats and snow tracked into the house. I am tired of biting cold and dry, cracking skin. I am tired of looking out at a sea of white; I want colour. (Except I’m not tired of boots. I love boots.)

I am tired of slippery roads and foggy windshields. I have had enough of splinters from firewood and back aches from shovelling.


So imagine my happiness at discovering garden supplies on the shelves at Walmart.

Maybe spring is not so far off after all.