I can imagine snow drifted across roads and highways for the wind was strong last evening.In the city, where traffic was light in the late evening, there were signs of more snow coming. And it was so cold!

My husband who could have been a weatherman in another life, checks the Weather Channel regularly to keep in touch with what’s going on across the region, Ontario and further. This morning he reported that roads are closed between certain cities and that even parts of the 401 are closed as well. Concerned perhaps because a daughter is out of town and will be returning the end of the weekend.

Here, I’ll give  you a bird’s eye view of how the snow looks around us, from indoors, of course.

snow layered between screen and and glass pane

Picture postcard, anyone? Without the window frame, of course.

from another direction

Even the picnic table is mostly under snow

Naughty wind, dumping recycle bins and pushing them around

Ah, that’s what the wind does, mixed with snow. And that reminds me of a certain poem about wind. Christina Rossetti (1830-1894) in Victorian England knew what the wind could do.

Here’s one of my favourite poems that she wrote about the wind: