You wake up in the morning and there is a pretty blanket clinging to the trees.
Even the Magnolias don't seem overly surprised at their new white coats.
Yes, the trees seem perfectly okay with a snowy blanket.
And yesterday as I drove to Shaker Village for a Thanksgiving dinner, the icicles clinging to the cliffs were beautiful. I wish I could have taken photos, but there was no where to stop on the two lane winding road.
When we arrived, there were still patches of snow, which added a feeling of authenticity to the subdued historical surroundings.
The first snowfall of the season always seems so wonderful. I can't wait to get out there and take pictures. To feel the crunch of the snow beneath my boots.
Then when we get back from our lovely dinner the reality sets in. This is my car, which is parked outside. It is covered in a layer of snow and ice. The doors are frozen shut. The scraper is inside the car.
That's when I went inside, made some hot chocolate, and closed the blinds. Time to look at some gardening books.