I blame the cat for these pictures.
Being up before sunrise is not my usual habit in the dead of winter. However. A few days ago, one of my felines decided 7:30 am was time for me to get out of bed. He didn’t seem inclined to take no for an answer, so I gave in.
Once I got my bleary eyes open, I realized the previous night had left just a light dusting of fluffy snow on all the trees. When the sun came up it looked like a fairyland, and I had to get the camera out before the squirrels and birds knocked all the snow off.
Nice pictures, but I’m still not sure it was worth getting up at 7:30 am. In December. In Canada. Now I just have to convince the cat…