Let It Snow!

If, like me, you imagined that a London winter would look something like this ...

{from Bridget Jones Diary}

... well, then, like me you'd be wrong. Apparently London will, on occasion, get few flurries or a light dusting of snow - just enough to get one's hopes up before dashing them completely. At least in my limited experience. First there's the possibility, then the probability, and then ... very little to nothing at all. It's a lot like home in that sense. Since I'm from the Deep South, snow is always something of a novelty for me and whenever I hear "chance of snow" my ears perk up. I get goosebumps and I wait for the white stuff to arrive like a child waits up for Santa on Christmas Eve. On the few occasions when snow actually materializes and begins to accumulate I am always in awe. I love how quiet the world gets when snow starts to fall.

In case you haven't heard, London received quiet a lot of snow this week - 11 inches here in Greenwich - the biggest snowfall in 20 odd years. It began late Sunday afternoon and continued falling until well into the next day. The Boy and I woke up Monday morning to a black and white world. The buses weren't running and The Tube had some severe delays, so he opted to hike to the DLR (Docklands Light Rail) to catch a train into work and I opted to join him so I could explore and take pictures.

This little guy was one of the few splashes of color I saw in the park all
day. And he was quiet the photo ham. He just sat there while I
snapped pictures not 2 feet away from him.

To give you some perspective, this is a picture of our garden under a
foot of snow. Love the palm tree...

And this is a picture of our garden on a much sunnier day in September.