A snowful thing blew through Lopstick a couple of days ago. Now the temperatures are well below freezing all this week. I haven't been out to the compost pile since last month, and my offerings for the woodland creatures yet remain piled outside my backdoor, which I can only open a crack now (from the snow, not from the piled-up offerings). A frigid, glaring landscape. But the crabapple tree looks dandy dressed in white!