Snowed-In Sunday

I did not manage to photograph the big van during the time it lay nestled against the next-door neighbor's wrought-iron fence, but suffice it to say that it was spiritual communions all around this morning. (and thanksgiving that no damage resulted from the abortive Mass-going attempt, either to vehicle or to fence).

After prayers, I went out with the camera and took some shots around the house.

The back of the house, with climbing tree and many footprints, human and canine.

My favorite back-fence corner, looking like a park beneath the red-budded camellias.

The tree I bought this house for:  also a camellia.

The other tree I bought the house for, even though it's technically in the neighbor behind's yard. The photo really does not do justice to the brilliance of the berries on this tree.

Nandinas are lovely this winter as well.

Some shots of the "nature sill" in the back porch  (carefully omitting the litter of boots, coats, mittens, and un-put-away Christmas boxes occupying most of said porch):

And finally, the scene which impelled me outside with the camera in the first place, and which I might make my new header photo:

I mean, really. What could be better than wooden pink flamingos in the snow?

UPDATE:  Aelred managed to get the little car out, so he and the big kids have gone to the Spanish Mass. We can't all fit in the little car, so the rest of us are at home, and I am making a spiritual . . . something . . . with a cup of coffee con leche, using sweetened condensed milk I got out when I wasn't sure anyone was going to make it to the store.