Oddly enough, from where the Bag Lady was standing, the sky to the south was a different colour:
Once down in the river valley, the clouds took on yet a slightly different hue:
The hoar frost on the trees was not nearly as prominent when we reached town, so we attributed it to the fact that the little ski hill on the river bank was in the process of making snow.
This morning, the Bag Lady had some visitors checking out her bird-feeders:
And last, but definitely not least (at least, not in HIS mind), here is a picture of the youngest member of the Bag Lady's family, enjoying Christmas morning: