...but to Piggy it's delightful (in spite of the havoc to the water pipes of older houses unusually cold temperatures can bring -- but that's another story).
I arrived in Gibsons yesterday afternoon, when the view from my mother's balcony looked like this:
This was taken after Wednesday's snowfall. There's quite a bit more now; I'll take a new shot of the same view tomorrow morning for comparison.
After getting a bunch of shopping done in the car -- all the heavy stuff, including the crucial trip to the liquor store -- we drove up to Sechelt for our friends' Christmas party. We stayed until the snow started to fall again (about 10 p.m.), and drove back in a bit of a blizzard. The snow hasn't stopped since, and continues to fall in thick, fluffy flakes as I type.
No driving today; the Green Bomber is up to the windows in snow. But we did take my sister's dog Brie for a romp in the white stuff:
Sorry for the graininess -- she was moving pretty quickly, and the flash didn't want to work for some reason, so I needed to set the ISO at 800 to prevent blurring. Brie did manage to sit still for a few seconds, though...
Isn't she sweet? We're going to miss her when she flies to England in January.