the backyard has transformed from this:
which is actually quite lovely to walk about in, all glitter and crunch beneath one's bootsoles. tuesday i spent about six minutes wandering the crystalline snowscape before my gloved fingers went from aching to numb, which i tend to take as a cue to head indoors.
elle and i spent the remains of the morning poring over books, lambent in their own way:
some things about winter are quite nice.