The Sun Rose This Morning Over a Winter Wonderland

I only call it a Winter Wonderland because there was just enough snow to make it pretty, but not enough to shovel my roof off or plow!


A stack of firewood, lightly decorated.


Almost like a white tunnel.


Delicately hanging in the balance, until the first breeze.


Even though it was a little cold and nippley, it was too nice of a morning to pass on my normal exercise routine.


The beginning of another stack.


The wind started to blow and the Winter Wonderland began to fall apart.


- Quads, hailing from Grand Marsh Observatory atop Elk Castle Hill