Jack was excitedly pointing out the front window yelling that he saw a Christmas tree. We both looked and could not see any trees outside at all. I thought he might have meant he saw a green car the same color as a tree (one was out there). Turns out, he meant the pattern of tire tracks in the snow. See it?

(Click for larger version) The late-afternoon light on the townhomes was downright pretty.

Sunlight reflecting off a nearby house’s windows.

Jack throwing snow. He had a blast outside on our postage-stamp front lawn.