Pixie Dust

 November 6 brought a decent cover of snow to southern Alberta. It was that beautiful hoarfrost sparkly snow that perched on every tip of every branch of every tree and just stayed where it landed: dry enough to balance on the very edge of the coloured leaves still clinging to their hosts in peaceful protest of the onset of winter.

Every edge was covered. It was absolutely magical.

A bit of serendipitous patriotism...

...and roses snuggled under a full white blanket for a few months' sleep.

I've never seen snow like this outside of Alberta. It's so powdery and sparkly: like walking through my own private snow globe, but instead of glass overhead, I'm under cover of a massive dome of blue prairie sky.

Pixie dust.

Winter in November... as it should be.