We got a real old snowstorm Christmas Eve thru Christmas morning; as I mentioned in yesterday’s post, we might still be at the Hermitage on top of Mesa Hill a few miles from home were Eberle not such a bold & skilled winter driver.
We spent a quiet Christmas at home—we’d had plans to travel to McCall, but couldn’t get out of our driveway (in fact our road wasn’t plowed till mid-afternoon)—& ventured out into a pleasant winter afternoon to take some pix of the aftermath. It’s not always so snowy here, since we’re in the lowlands (by Idaho standards)—less than 3,000 feet above sea level.
Here's some of the scene:
The first pic shows a tamarisk at the corner of our house with snow cradled in its boughs
Our cat Weenie climbing thru the snow; a photo really doesn't do her epic ascent justice 
Our old house, with various garden objects buried in the foreground—including a trellis that's around 4 feet tall
The county grader plowing Whiteman Lane on Christmas afternoon
Tho it's not a fantastic pic, I couldn't resist: a quail in a pear tree
One of Eberle's garden sculptures capped with snow—Eberle took this pic
One of the bird feeders, with a junco waiting for me to go away; note the left side is bent— the feeder was catapulted off the post when snow came crashing off the porch roof