This has been an intensive few days, and quite sensory deprived, with no electronic media, no internet. I feel good at what I accomplished. But when I poked my widdle head up out of my hole, I found that it had snowed, and winter it was. This is what I saw when I sledded down the hill:
This winter view is by F.M. Kruseman (1816-1882), signed & dated 1875.