I only call it a Winter Wonderland because there was just enough snow to make it pretty, but not enough to shovel my roof off or plow!
A stack of firewood, lightly decorated.
Almost like a white tunnel.
Delicately hanging in the balance, until the first breeze.
Even though it was a little cold and nippley, it was too nice of a morning to pass on my normal exercise routine.
The beginning of another stack.
The wind started to blow and the Winter Wonderland began to fall apart.
A stack of firewood, lightly decorated.
Almost like a white tunnel.
Delicately hanging in the balance, until the first breeze.
Even though it was a little cold and nippley, it was too nice of a morning to pass on my normal exercise routine.
The beginning of another stack.
The wind started to blow and the Winter Wonderland began to fall apart.