Snowflakes in the snow

This winter has been what I call a Real Winter, with frost, ice, snow, little blizzards over Vinces Saddle, and temperatures down to -3 at our place. We picked a perfect day for our trip up the mountain to play in the snow: very "refreshing" but not too windy or actually snowing at the time. When we reached the Springs, the road was closed and I didn't think we'd get to see much snow. We had a wander down the mossy banks, searching out the cleanest snow to use for our snow sorbet. 

Just when we'd reluctantly decided to head back down the mountain, we heard the snowplow coming, and lo and behold the gate was opened. We drove right to the pinnacle and were among the first people to get to the fresh, pristine, fluffy drifts of snow. It was over a metre deep in places; a lot of snow compared to last year. The older snowflakes invented a new sport called "tobottoming" - tobogganing on one's bottom - and snowflake #3 had a ride down on my lap. She had much more fun this year, and lasted almost an hour before it got too cold.