Snowblind.

I love the snow.
I know it causes chaos, and ruins plans (my little monster & me were supposed to be meeting one of his baby chums & her mummy for lunch today, that's not gonna happen - inches of snow + stroller wheels = NO.), but it is pretty, isn't it?

I love the way it fancies up the bare trees, blankets all the gardens and rooftops, and that lovely quiet, peaceful, almost eery or magical (depending on your viewpoint) stillness it brings.

That said, it'll be a whle lot more fun in a year or two when Dylan can actually enjoy it. Snow ball fights with an 8 month old would just be mean.