It's been years since our last real snow here, but the wait was worth it. I don't know that I've ever seen a prettier snow.
Three days later and the ground remains covered, though tomorrow's temperatures will see to that. Until then, though, it's lovely, and enough snow remains to muffle even the sounds of its falling from the trees.
The drive, steep and shaded, remains covered as well, which means the car remains parked at the top of the ridge that runs along the edge of the farm
Walking to and from it through the woods that cover the slope of the ridge reminds me, every time, of just how much I love these woods, this land, and just how deeply that love can be renewed by seeing the land and the forest through new eyes.
Eyes squinting, just a bit, against the glare rising from the snow.
Woods, Snow, Silence, Love
