Until the sun climbed high enough for the melt to begin, from the north each spindly bare deciduous became a white splattered birch.
How much snow was there? I don't know—but it looked like a lot (for April!) to me.
White on white on black on white. A world without colour.
Late snow in Wascana © SB |
Damp weight on the trees - but only for a day. © SB |
Snow. Winter - go! © SB |
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