White

It arrived. Quietly. Slowly. Flake by flake, layer by layer, until every blade of grass was covered.

I thought it best to work for home.

I grabbed 5 minutes to pop outside before dusk to marvel at the depth. The fluffiness. The frolicking demonstrated by Miss P - the lens never quite quick enough.

It really is magical to watch. So often it arrives under the cover of darkness.

I can't wait for our stomp through it tomorrow.

p.s. Isn't the red brick house pretty? It's my favourite on the road. Obviously I'm quite smitten by ours...