The first snow

There’s something about the first real snow.  Everything softens.  The last vestiges of a decaying autumn change overnight to a magical world.  This snow was wet and heavy and clung to branches.  Unfortunately that meant power outages and broken tree limbs for some, but no one could deny the sheer beauty of the white fluff.

The garden as the first flakes began to fly


Later on in the afternoon.. garden lights on


The next morning at sunrise


Bent birches


Sunrise catching the tips of the maples











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