Fire and ice
A few more shots from around the village. The steeple of the Church of the Redeemer framed by snow-encrusted branches:
The lake is beginning to freeze over:
This is the main highway out of town:
The United church looking straight-out-of-a-postcard-pretty, although its door is snowed shut :
Why bring a tree indoors when you can just decorate one of the many outdoor ones?
The oxymoron that is an ice-encrusted fire station is entertaining. All of our firefighters are volunteers, by the way, and this is a good opportunity to thank them for all that they do, all year round:
This sign does seem a bit odd at the present moment:
They say the Eskimos have 50 words for snow...
...I have 50 expletives for it.
It's still coming down, even though there is nowhere left to put it, and we're not even officially out of Autumn yet. An embarrassment of riches.
Yesterday afternoon, the forecast for the coming week was quite benign, promising milder temperatures (around zero) and a few centimetres of snow here and there. The next time I checked, a big, red banner up at the top of the screen said something like HAHAHAHAHA too bad for YOU, you complacent FOOL. Snow squalls are imminent. Have fun with that. At least that's how I read it.
* I know that Eskimo is not the politically correct term, but at this point I am really beyond caring. If you want to come and picket my house about it, bring a shovel.
Bundled up
It's been a largely frustrating and unhappy day; it's bitterly cold outside and the snow goes on forever. I can always count on these two, though, to find a reason to smile.
