It was coming down hard for a while but later switched to freezing rain that beat down the snow and formed an ice layer over night.
The next morning it looked like snow until I got out and started crunching ice with each step.
I would still like a nice fluffy snow but this was better than nothing.
My St. Francis statue was adorned with an ice cap.
Some of the trees had a little bit of the white stuff.
I put out a few treats for the birds.
My stone frog wore icy garments for a while.
Some premature camellias wore icy hats.
The ivy went snap, crackle, pop when I walked through it.
The nandina berries looked pretty in their winter clothes.
On closer inspection you can see how the ice formed over the snow.
I bet the female cardinal's feet were cold.
By Sunday most of the ice and snow was melted and I caught an air ballet at the lake performed by the gulls.
I spotted a great blue heron high up in a pine tree.