It IS the most wonderful time of the year

I was walking home yesterday through a late fall snow.  It was crow o’clock, a time, around winter when the crows gather to roost in trees for the night, and the trees are so thick with them, that in the dusk, the silhouettes of the birds make the trees look like the tops are still have all their leaves.

Most sounds were muffled, and everything was shrouded in the falling snow.

It was a quite pleasant walk.

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For the record, the photo from the last post is not me participating in Movember.  That was already something like four or five days of growth, slightly trimmed, and I shaved it all off the next day.  Facial hair just doesn’t grow on my face much.  It’s not worth encouraging it.

There was some real snow on the ground this morning, though it’s mostly melted now (almost lunchtime).  There’s still snow falling, but it’s not accumulating anymore.

The week’s been jam packed full.  We spent last weekend preparing for our newest arrival, a Blue Merle Collie, who we agreed to take in after a friend’s father passed away.  She’s an absolute sweetie, though she’s still not adjusting to the presence of a cat very well. (The cats is also suitably miffed at yet another dog invading his space.)

Anyway, here is Iris, looking pretty:

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