We got a pretty good wallop on Boxing Day, and all visits to the serfs on the manor had to be cancelled.  The high winds sculpted some great formations in the back yard, which looked positively ethereal in the dawn...

hoodoo you think you're foolin'.....

I'm dreaming of a white Boxing Day...

the first one fell down! try try again, etc....

clueless attempts floricraft!

it's cold out