“When snow falls, nature listens.”
~Antoinette van Kleeff
I’m a writer. I believe in the power of stories and in the magic of words. Sometimes, though, a picture is all you need…
Waking up to a winter wonderland:
The cherry tree … trust me, it’s under there somewhere:
White snow meets blue sky, a perfect view as I was writing this morning:
All is calm, all is white:
The dogwood tree was so bent over that it was hugging the ground and all the crystalline flakes:
A sign of spring, or just wishful thinking?
It’s a shame we didn’t get much snow from this storm, isn’t it?
Always a good sign when the plow piles up such big snowdrifts that you can’t see the street:
Ah, there it is. Sort of.
Glistening popcorn bubbles? Fluffy soap suds? Puffy white cotton candy?
What’s better than a good book on a snowy winter day?
Okay, Mother Nature, you win. The seventeen inches of snow may be a hassle, but those glittering flakes and fluffy cotton balls are truly beautiful and inspiring to see. The quiet blanket of snow that makes it seem as though the whole world is a picturesque oasis? Also beautiful. The fact that snow is in the forecast not only for tomorrow, not only for Saturday, but already for next week, too? I’m thinking a tropical island oasis might be beautiful, too.