It wasn't such a surprise but oh the joy of seeing the garden covered in snow this morning was a delight to see. I love it and it brings back such lovely memories of childhood. This is what I woke up to from my bedroom window.
We managed to clear the paths and make space for putting out food on the tables and ground for the birds and squirrels, all of whom had darted away as I snapped them.
We took a leisurely walk and met my daughter and family round the local pub, carefully dodging the round of snowballs coming our way from the grandchildren. I love the crunchy sound when walking on freshly fallen snow and still delight in being the first to leave my footprints in the snow.
Children don't seem to feel the wet or cold do they?
On the way back we spotted this purple flowering Hebe, that was determined not to be put off by the snow!
A nice breath of fresh air and a curl up on the sofa for the afternoon before getting our supper ready. So now I've had my day of snow, I suppose I'd better prepare for the slippery, sliding school run in the morning, if of course they haven't closed the school! in which case it's a day at home with youngest grandson and possibly some baking of cakes.