A rare gift – evening snowfall. This photo was taken about three hours ago when all the flakes were driving at 45 degrees and the patio was covered but the grass was not.
I set up camp with laptop, candles, and pretty views out the windows, and have been watching another inch or two fall – a mix of feathery, quiet snow and the occasional burst of loud sleet. We’re lucky to get a single snowfall like this each year, so I’m busy soaking it in. Pretty, calm and quiet.
I laughed at the picture of Henry exploring the USB. While he is definately his dad’s son, you have an uncle who liked to take things apart and experiment at a similar age. I distinctly remember the results of when he fed pennies into an electrical outlet.