It seems silly, but throwing a thick, fuzzy, white blanket over the world really does help the inner darkness. Superficial, simplistic, a surface solution... all those terms apply, but I think such things have a valid place, nonetheless.
A morning's worth of entertainment was had by tossing bird food into the deep powder. The Jays floundered and flapped about before retreating to the railing to hurl noisy bird profanity at our window.
The Whiskey Jacks, on the other hand, were perfectly at home in the snow:
In the afternoon, the kids and I wandered down to the Village to shop for a cousin's birthday, enjoyed the enormous snow clearing piles that swarmed with happy children, then headed home, rosy-cheeked for eggnog and a warm fire.
PS: Belated happy Thanksgiving to my American friends!
PPS: Thanks to birds and snow angels and perfect fort building conditions, I managed the yarn update this morning. Details in the newsletter, for those who don't subscribe. (Hint... you might want to stalk the Seconds category over the weekend.)