On the road

3:30 p.m. On the way to shopping. 
Snow drifts. No sign of the cycle path.

5:30 p.m. Heading home.
Shopping was a good idea.
For tomorrow snow, rain and black ice are expected.
Schools across the country will therefore be closed.

Seanhenge transformed into Snowhenge

Whether viewed from below ...

or from above:

Seanhenge has been transformed ...

into a Snowhenge.

However, there's no reason to complain. 

With blue skies and bright sunshine, 

even in freezing cold a walk is a pleasure.

Friday is Skyday

...

First snow

Supermoonlightshadow ...

First snow not to immediately melt away.

A guard cat has already patrolled.

Then there was suddenly this lady.

Friday is Skyday

Balcony view, 14:15

 

Balcony view, 16:23

Laughing Lhursday

Window closed

Window opened

All day it was snowing

Seanhenge became Snowhenge.

Monochrome Monday

After but a ‘one-night stand’
this morning the snow had already disappeared again.
Instead, a very stormy night lies ahead.
May all the tiles stay on the roof.

First snow, late cranes

Opening my eyes yesterday morning,
first snow had been falling.

Few hours later I heard them singing.

But why would they fly northwards?!

Laughing Lhursday*

Snowy primate.

* [For first time visitors]: Typo in the title? Nah. It's just that
I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Update
to prove Andrew (see comments) is right.

Baboon, still there
but disguising himself as a bush.

Moments of solitude

Like a great poet,
Nature knows to produce greatest effects
with most limited means.

– Heinrich Heine (13 December 1796 – 17 February 1856) –

At sparrow's fart

No idea what let
29 members of the sparrow gang
from the cherry laurel vis-à-vis
suddenly invade this part of Seanhenge.

 

Sunday in Seanhenge

There's enough for all,
but why should blackbirds be wiser,

a goldfinch contemplates.

 

On the Road

. . .

 

Laughing Lhursday*

A wing mirror's wake
on a white winter morning
rhapsody in blue

* [For first time visitors]: Typo in the title? Nah. It's just that
I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

More snow

More snow ...

... to shovel.

Well, after breakfast.

 

Monochrome Monday

. . .

Lovely coincidence: Not only Mark celebrated a Monochrome Monday, too, but yesterday posted part One of last year's 52 Monochrome Mondays.

Head over then, enjoy A bleak and beautiful world of Monochrome and don't forget to let him know.

Update 2: And here – just posted – A bleak and beautiful world of Monochrome, Part two

After all

After a stormy night, yesterday ...

... the village(rs) woke up with a bit snow.

 

In the wood

To visit this wood
one does need no green card, yet;
even in winter.

Snow – now and then

Today's snow's nothing
compared to many winters
many years ago.

Forth and back

Coming and going.