We are capturing winter at I Should Be Folding Laundry today, and we've certainly had enough of that around here. These photos were taken last week, during the eight minutes I spent clicking away in the backyard. My fingers froze right through my thin gloves, so I didn't last long out there.
Man never Is, but always To be blest:
The soul, uneasy and confin'd from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.