This February has been mild in so many ways.
The winds have been unseasonally relaxed, but the temperature clearly lost the memo.
It snows heavily on and off most days, leaving us with this dusting of snow.
I like it.
It reminds me a little bit of winters in Canada, while growing up.
There is not half the snow, but the excitement is still there, and the smell of fresh snow.
I do miss the quiet of a heavy snowfall.
This morning's snowfall was punctuated by cross seagulls, and bleating sheep.
Nonetheless, I am thankful.