It is cold outside.
After a very warm autumn and what was supposed to be winter, winter finally came the other day. With severe cold and some snow. Not much snow though.
The above is my busstation, just outside where I live. One on this side when going down to Tumba, one on the other side where I get off. I live on the ground floor in the 2 story house just behind the red fence against road noise.
This morning we hade -17°C where I live (Tumba, Stockholm-area). It is a few degrees “warmer ” now (-8°C) after a couple of hours where a pale winter sun has been seen.
I am no fan of winter and snow. Snow is nicest in pictures and not in real life.
Snow can be beautiful though and quite fascinating. Particularly when it is really cold outside.
The small christmas tree outside looks nice with snow on it. The cold plays badly with the lighting though. Last night it was lit the whole night, and blinking… the whole night. Either it is the cold causing it, or the batteries are about to quit. That would be about the right time for them to run out of power.
Some of the flowers still stand in the flower beds. All withered and brown, but still stand as there has not been so much snow. Yet.
The grass where Gustav (my neighbors male cat) loves to sleep during the warmer season) is still standing. It looks nice in the snow with frost in it and the sunshine coming through it.
I am also fascinated by the trees south of the road. When the sun shines through them on a really cold winters day like today, they are particularly beautiful.
Above is the tree just across the road, straight out from my patio. A very pale blue winter sky.
It is winter also on the patio. The the black chairs (one above) can manage snow and cold quite well (of you don’t try to sit on them). They have been kept outside for all years that I’ve had them. The table I normally take off the legs of and lean it toward the wall but this year I didn’t. It can also stand the winter and the snow.
Did I go outside in the cold to take these pictures? No. Most of them are shot through the kitchen windows and the door to the patio. It is too cold outside.
Gustav´s path in the snow is still there, or there again. He is not outside much when it is this cold but I can see that he has been here. There is bird-feed in various places, but almost no birds except for the blackbirds. Wonder where to they disappeared …