Recently we had snow which fell vertically, a gentle floating flutter of flakes. That may not be remarkable to many but it is for us. I watched the relaxing scene for a long time through the window of the darkened house. Here, with the wind we normally have, usually the snow flies horizontally in a frenetic search for ground.
By the next morning, 17 centimeters, or over 6 inches of fresh flakes had accumulated. Branches, limbs, twigs
and fence posts were piled high with the fluff. However by the time breakfast was over, it was foggy, which is an unusual occurrence here as well, especially with a fresh snowfall.
The fog was thick, lowering visibility in the neighbourhood, even in the back yard.
A nearby garage was almost imperceptible.
Within an hour, the fog dissipated and before long the sun came out.
The fluffy flakes were wet snow now and the wind blew clumps off the trees. But this winter weather was a nice change from the gale force winds and the bitter cold we’ve endured.