I must admit, I never ever thought I could get used to snow. I hate the cold.
But never say never. Now that we live somewhere where we have 4 seasons, I enjoy every one of them… including the snow. There is something pristine and innocent about the beauty and cleanness of snow.
It hangs on the trees and coats the ground in white fluffy clumps. If one is lucky, the first snow of the year coincides with the end of fall… and changing of the colors, yielding an intersection of seasons in all it’s beauty. Check out my Snow Trees post on kritterspix.com.
The words you use to describe the snow and changes of seasons is so beautiful I think I’m there. See you soon
Thank you, Pat.