A snowy day in the Similkameen

Well, if it hadn't been for the wind it would have been quite a pleasant day, - a little nippy

but what's that to a Prairie girl.....

However the snow was fine and dry, and the wind whipped it up into

an absolute frenzy,  - white veils of snow were spirited down the road like ethereal gypsy dancers,

their feet barely touching the ground, and then caught up in the

wind's passionate embrace and flung skyward.

That all sounds quite romantic, and I suppose it was if you were cosy by the fire, but out in the 

garden the small birds, their feathers fluffed, were grateful that the bird feeders were full.

a mourning dove looked down inquisitively

while Miss Callie visited at the side window with a chickadee perched in the Rose of Sharon,

tail swishing......

late in the afternoon a flock of quail came to clean up the gleanings on the ground

and just at dusk I saw them all flying up into the tall trees next door...... 

shelter for the night.

I heard the plants in the garden sigh comfortably, happy with the lovely new coverlet

and safe from King Winter's mighty wind.