It came from the north...

Our town came alive this morning. We had three inches of snow overnight, and this morning the paths and parks were a hive of activity. We were up and out in the yard before nine.

After my widely mocked effort from last year, I decided to try making a bigger and better snowman.

Rolling a snow man...


My snowman.


Seymour and Nibbler didn't appreciate being got up so early. They played a bit outside, but went straight back to bed when we let them back inside.


And while the snow is lovely, we only just finished planting the rest of the front garden last weekend. It looks pretty and colourful when it isn't covered with snow!


And I took a bit of a wander around the neighbourhood to find the whole town out and about sledding (or sledging as they call it here - could explain why can't do it in the cricket), having snow ball fights, making snowmen, and walking their dogs. and full of picture postcard perfect scenes...

Of course it has all mostly melted now (lunch time), but it has turned into a nice day again. It was actually around 15 degrees for a couple of days this week, so hopefully it will return to 'summer' quickly.