A Deux

Another bitter day under a blue sky, keeping all the snow dry and powdery - the Inuits would have a special word for that particular sort of snow. We just seem to have 3words for the white stuff-snow, sleet and slush.
I dread the thought of the predicted thaw coming at the weekend and turning all that lovely crisp whiteness into dirty slush and muddy puddles.

It seems that the sun was warm enough to encourage bench sitting- not socially distanced, though!