This is a view of the house in Wisconsin. The snow on the trees is thick and heavy, which means that as you walk underneath them, it slides off and usually lands in that space right between the back of your head and your collar, and immediately shoots tendrils of freezing water down to the small of your back, causing you to dance around like Curly and make the same “Ay-yi-yi-yi!!” noise.
Still, until the snow actually attacks, it is pretty on the pine trees.
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