Oh, dear. Condolences to you both — having to take a pause because of a paw’s no fun, I’m sure. Cold and clear sounds good. When we have a blue norther, that’s exactly what we get: a drop in humidity, clearing skies, and a chance for even city dwellers to see the stars (at least, the bright ones). I smiled at the different textures on the mountain. If all that was brown instead of white, it would look like a bison that has started its spring shedding — the raggedy old hair giving way to those patches of smooth, soft fur. As it is, it looks like winter. It’s good to hear that there are feet of now up there, too.
Yes, it’s relative. At least the dip below freezing here from last night into this morning caused frostweed to do its magic ice trick. I expect a repeat tomorrow morning. We’ll never have anything like what’s in your picture.