I can predict at least four different people will be envisioning my being drawn and quartered for featuring lovely, lovely snow at this point in the spring.
Back in December, on three different days, I took shots of this area from the warmth of indoors at my father's retirement home in Guelph, where birds and squirrels come for food throughout the winter. On each occasion, the mood of the weather was different.
This courtyard among the buildings on the property was buried in snow at the time.
The woodlands you see in the background of the first shots are here again, taken from passing by along the road. There was damage in there from the ice storm that passed through some days before.
There's a marsh mixed into those woods, which looks no doubt a good deal different now that it's spring.