La neige fraîche

The little town is sitting pretty in snowy clouds, sometimes made of fluff, sometimes of slush. Each day a new blanket is laid down, and within hours melts away. C'est une neige qui est toujours fraîche !

Let's step outside for a moment, shall we? Just through the door, down the stair and across the street to the rose garden who sleeps.

 Here we'll find beauty and solitude,

 

snow kisses,

               frosty benches, 

 

coned bird colonies,

        and life sitting tight till spring. It won't be long now!

By the way, did the american groundhog see his shadow?

But Lo, the snow turns to sleet! Through the gate, let's go home.
Till our tomorrow ~