Onion Snow

So if you happen to find a frozen butt in this field off of Deerfield Rd., it is mine. I left it there, right after I got tangled in a mess of barbed wire and landed my arse smack down in the snow. Dang, I tore my favorite blue jeans, too. So glad you didn't see me and take my photo. Of course, if'n I had seen you do the same thing, I not only would have snapped the photo, but I would have also posted it on my blog...
I was attracted to this scene because of the green onions poking out of the snow. Here's a definition of an'onion snow' straight from the mouth of dude living in Plummer's Hollow, Pa. I reckon he ought to know...