It's been snowing on and off for days now. Tiny flakes, but still
they make the landscape blurred and turn the world white
again. I like snow and cold winter, but really.. it's almost Easter.. yes an early Easter, I know.
This is the hill where we use to
roll eggs. And the same hill another Easter (April that year) with the first "eggs-perts" arriving.
.. and the view from the top.
Maybe we have to arrange a snow-egg-race with small slopes this year?