We woke this morning to a clear, crisp nip in the air (it was about 27 degrees when I got in the car to head for church). However, when we walked out of the church at noon, this is what it looked like:

And at home, we saw this Winter Wonderland:


and on her lover's arm she leant, and round her waist she felt it fold, and far ACROSS THE HILLS they went in that new world which is the old. ~ Alfred Lord Tennyson



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