I’m late. I’m late. For a very important date…

We had a five-inch snow last eve. It was of the fat flake, dry cold variety, which was just about as perfect as you can get for a tree-trimming party.

And even though the streets were a bit iffy — and what I mean by a bit iffy is just this side of Whoa, Nelly! — for driving, we headed into The Big TO (Toronto) to attend a service of Lessons & Carols at a downtown church.

I have a love for being in the city in the snow. It’s the snow against the architecture.

I have a love for being in the country in the snow, too. Snow as Mama Nature intended. Snow in the wild.

I took a lot of shots from the car.

No. No. I wasn’t driving and clicking. I don’t drive and click.

Mr. G, honey was driving, and I was sitting all twisty like a pretzel taking iPhone shots as fast as I could clickety-click.

This isn’t one of them.

This is from the frontscape, deep in Burbville.

December Fools’ Day.

Heh. I’m just messing with you.

Brought to you by Sunday.

Elen