In Which a Winter Storm Hits...

...and leaves us encased in an opal. Blue, pink, orange and yellow flicker behind a screen of creamy white.

The ice-covered trees clack in the breeze like castanets.

A thistle clings to its spot.

The old lilac bush spreads like sea coral.

The barn looks like an abstract painting.

Sunset comes on the tail end of the front and glints on the icicles hanging from the eaves.