We had a few flakes of snow on Friday and Saturday morning, a few white roofs (proof of good house insulation) and that was it. But a mere 6km to the east of us as the crow flies (if that crow adds a few altitude meters) there was proper snow. And what is whiter than freshly fallen snow?

Then I came across this road sign, in the middle of the forest.

Which didn’t really prepare me for the home of the Vedic Cultural Club.

Cee’s Midweek Madness Challenge: The Colour White

Wordless Wednesday

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