What a relief to get back to Tendrils and sharing my photographs with you. Much like many see winter a burdensome season, I felt isolated while this blog was on the fritz. Actually that is not how I see winter though. To me winter is a time of recalling childhood, sledding, snow-angels, snow days off from school, mugs of hot chocolate, a time of pure joy.
We are now in our last couple weeks of winter, so bear with me, if you will, as I delight in sharing with you a snow that fell in my woods just yesterday. A wimpy snow. A snow that was totally gone in less than eight hours. But a snow that brought with it, great beauty and magic.
The snow that fell overnight, fell in perfect temperatures. Temperatures that allowed the flakes to stick to everything. Everything that is, except the lane, leading out to the dirt road up the mountain that also was not covered with snow. Here you see snowflakes perched atop a rose hip, its crystalline structure still intact.
The snow and its sleight of hand created a Fairyland that is only seen in winter. A Fairyland where the forest is given a new color. White. A color of joy, along with sparkly jewels. Jewels that drape atop branches that might otherwise be bare. Spider webs become necklaces, strung with diamonds, diamonds made of snowflakes.
The snow laughs at the tractor, meant to be a spell to keep the frozen jewels away. Buries it in magnificent fluff.
But winter can only stay around for so long and must give way to spring. Give way to flowers and warmth. Give way to joy in new beginnings. Spring is making its way in my woods. Soon the black and white landscape will be green again.