After the Lord Mayor's Show

Sue's grandad, when he was playing cribbage with his son who was also Sue's dad, often said, "After the Lord Mayor's show comes the garbage wagon." Of course, he would say this after he had been dealt a poor hand after a good one. He was being polite because I think the actual expression used a word other than garbage.

In our case, after the day of the croci, we had a most awful storm. We not only got inches of heavy, wet snow, but it was blowing a hoolie out there.

One thing about dense, wet snow is that it sticks to the trees, and it looks quite pretty. I took this from my den window shortly after arising.

The neighbour across the way was out there shovelling but the
driveway contractors did come by later.

We thought that we would brave the weather to get a few more snow-on-trees photos, but oh my dog! the wind was absolutely fierce. 

Because we have done this composition several times recently to measure the snow, Sue had me pose here once again. By the way, the core of the winter snow pile is still there underneath the new stuff.

We have a sign supporting the local Liberal candidate, but some have been vandalized.
The snow plow sign will be removed next week.

Sue still had her phone out, but mine was stuck in my pocket, so I suggested that she could take a photo of the neighbours' flag by the snowy tree.

Is there a metaphor here about standing strong and proud through the storms?

We walked south instead of the usual north which normally takes us to the park. I am sure that some of the trees in the park would have looked good in the snow, but south is a shorter to get a road and tree photo. The first one looks east along Lake Ave while  the second is kitty-corner to the first.

We soon turned tail and headed for home because the weather was downright miserable and nasty.