Month of Changes

February is all mutability. Thursday was gray and almost clear of snow--the accumulation in the woods wouldn't come up to a dog's knees, and here's the proof:


A mere 24 hours later, everything was quite different. Notice on the left that the trees carry no snow load at all. . . . The snow began around noon on Friday, and by the next day we were buried--it looks to be about 30cm. 










The trees are once again burdened with snow, though it is quite dry and light. Every little breeze causes a little cascade to tumble from the branches.

Valla found the going rather hard work--she is recharging her solar cells here, something her perfect black body is naturally equipped to do. The part about "infinitely small thickness" obviously does not apply in this case.