There was no blizzard, no snow storm, just a steady dusting all day. Yesterday I was still picking blueberries. Like ice wine. The blueberries were barely frozen. They fell off the bush by simply touching the branches. I gathered enough for pancakes and scones. That was yesterday. Probably the last time blueberry picking for 2013.
Now the white fluff is here. Walking on the fresh snow is a bliss compared to the barren, hard frozen ground.