The day after a snowstorm, when the snow has been deep and crisp and even, is very often beautiful. It is more beautiful still when the breaking day reveals the sun’s rays and the whole landscape glows with the newness of snow and the brilliance of post-tempest release.

Today I drove down to Pouch Cove to see what the light might reveal.

Just off a small road named Strugnells Marsh Road, there’s a small stream or river that we found last fall while geocaching. I thought it might make a picturesque scene after the snow:

So few words today, but a couple of photos.

Must get back to the Spice Mines of Kessel   work now. I carded up a bunch of fibre last night and need to spin, spin, spin today.

I will say, though, that the outing this morning did me a world of good. I feel absolutely no need to check and see what the sheep and turtles are up to at all.

None. Nope.

Wonder why I haven’t seen the cat all day?