White Weather.

This is what I term 'white weather'. Actually, it's not quite white, the sky is blue. Earlier in the day, it was truly white. Even the sky was white with the fog up a little higher.

This is our rock, frost, garden. Pretty in white!

Need I say it is COLD!

This is looking out the back door. Nice long icicles, when thawing watch not to be speared (really!), looking at the white lilacs and maple!

This is true Cache Valley weather, and why it was named Cache Valley. The early trappers could do their trapping, and 'cache' the furs all winter without any damage. When we lived here in 1980-1981, Stan's boss said it pretty well. Cache valley is so beautiful for six months you don't want to leave, and the other six, you can't get out because of the snow. Fairly accurate most winters.