|On the ninth day of Christmas my True Love gave to me nine ladies dancing.|
The forecast was promising us snow for five p.m. this evening, which came and went with nary a flake. Then while we were finishing supper, one late-arriving son comes in with white shoulders and hood. SNOW! Promptly the cousins head out for snowballs and slipping and sliding. Hours later, the snow is still falling softly, cold enough to stay.
Our painting projects have not gotten further attention today, being displaced by ice skating in Zürich and touring in Einsiedeln. But here are a couple:
|A short study by Ruth|
|An English robin by Cami, with some mom help.|
Happy Berchtoldstag. It is a holiday here, but back to work tomorrow.