Dreaming of a White Shiplake

Normally, I leave Flame-Haired Angel in the bed on Sunday mornings. I get up and potter. She emerges some while after. This morning, however, I awoke to an England that looked like this. One does not let Flame-Haired Angel miss snow. I woke her up. We were out in it in minutes. Australians are understandably fascinated by the stuff, what with having grown up in a hot, dry country and all. The idea of a naturally occurring substance that is both cold and wet, appearing in a blanket of abundance, is a bit of a head trip. Watching Flame-Haired Angel in snow is like watching a puppy's first time at the beach. Except the puppy frolics taking pictures of everything. It's deadly cute. ..