We’re having snow storms for Burns’ night. Rather appropriate because he was born in a snowdrift.
He also wrote about snow
“But pleasures are like poppies spread,
You seize the flower, it’s bloom is shed;
Or, like the snow-fall in the river,
A moment white, then melts forever.” – Tam O’Shanter
but it doesn’t apply here because the rivers on our property are iced over.
Here is the view from our window, with a couple of woodpeckers and a blue jay at the bottom left of the centre pane.
The next one is the same window but just as the wind came and whipped up a couple of snow devils.