On Monday I took these pictures of the snow and the beautiful blue sky:
And on Sunday of Meg playing on her sled slide:
Then we got another 30 cm or so of snow (above my long boots. That's how I measure snow- shoe-able, short bootable, long bootable and (curse, swear, grimace) above my long boots.) I was busy and thought I'd take some more pictures on Friday when I have time.
But I woke up Friday morning to this:
Yick. Not only does it look terrible but the icy patches are icy, the slushy patches are slushy and the bare patches are spongy and muddy. The end of winter sure is a gross season! But when I said as much to my neighbour she pointed out that it's a bit early to be talking about the end of Winter. And that makes me feel worse than all the slush and mud so I'm just going to tough it out and not complain about a soggy sock or ice slip or two and keep my fingers crossed that I'm right and she's wrong!