These are the images to which we awoke this morning. Images which never fail to inspire a sense of wonder in me. The delicate flakes falling, still now as I type, turning our little corner of suburbia into a wintery landscape of snow and ice.
It is peaceful icing on the cake that is my weekend. And oh the cake itself! The ingredients finally came together with a whir of the mixer and a spin of the beaters; the only eggs cracked were those truly in need of breaking.