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
Sunrise catching the tips of the maples
Hi Penny, gotgeous….how can I make a little print of number 3???? xo see you tues….
I’ll bring you one
Oh, I somehow missed these photos. My favorite part of a snowfall is the silence. Your photos remind me of that feeling.
it was lovely and silent… now its semi-melted and rather ugly unfortunately