A London Snowfall

Apparently this hardly ever happens here but today it did. I was jostled out of a very restful sleep in the wee hours by my littlest son Sam. Don't ask me why he was up so early...that is another post altogether! He was excitedly telling me to wake up, shut my eyes and go to my window for a big treat. As I approached the window he blurted out..."It snowed, it snowed!"

How refreshing it was to wake up and look out over the street to see white snow covering the trees, the sidewalks, and the fences. I have often said that my neighborhood reminds me of a place out of a storybook. Today it was a view from a Christmas card. Some areas clearly were covered while others seemed to be gently dusted. It really was beautiful. It was even more beautiful because the roads were clear and I didn't have to dig myself out of a foot of snow and ice. That scene would have been way too familiar to how it was in the States when we lived there. As a side note, by noon all remnants of this snow had vanished. Easy come, easy go I guess. I am glad that I was carrying my camera!

I snapped several images of the Hill and the fresh snow. The pic one above is definitely one of my favorites. I snapped it as Sadie and I walked the boys to school this morning. As they were making snowballs to attack their sister, I looked down one of the many side streets that weave back into yet another place I haven't explored as of yet. There are so many nooks and crannies here that are wating for me to discover them (and my camera of course). This was the view through my lens...

The snapshot below is one of the many gated homes that are around us up here. I love that the doors are painted different colors. It's very ecclectic for such a vintage and traditional neighborhood. I just liked how the pink door looked through the welcoming foliage over the gate. You can see the remnants of a snowy night on the leaves and the steps.


Would you all like to see a few more snowy pics from the Hill? Let me know when you comment.