Oh I do carry on about the weather, don't I

Carrying on about the weather is pointless, ergo a good topic for a blathering blog.

This photo was going to be cropped for these purposes but then you, the lucky viewer, wouldn't have gotten the full impact of just how hard the snow was blowing past me/us.

Look toward the black dog and you can see the actual direction of the snow; it appears as striations on her fur.

And you wonder why the Toronto portion of this outfit sometimes goes vewy, vewy qwiet. We're not out huntin' wabbits; we're trying to stave off homicidal tendencies.

And the dogs? They love this weather and turn into door-stops in the spring.