Sipping on my coffee early this morning, all I had to do was look out the window to see the magic that last night’s snow had left behind.
Once outside, I felt exhilarated by the cold and the beauty all around me.
A persistent breeze kept whipping up the light fluffy snow on the tree limbs, sending showers of snow crystals that were beautiful – but not good for the camera.
So I worked quickly to get a few images of the snow-covered cedars…
The long maple limbs with icy frosting…
The berries with their tiny snow caps.
But first prize for head wear went to the sedums for sure.
With the ornamental grass a close second for their clever use of wispy grass “feather” trims. 😉
And as I headed for the house I couldn’t help but smile.
Looking around in your own backyard kinda’ makes beauty real accessible, doesn’t it? I didn’t need to go much further than my own backdoor.
I only wished I hadn’t been thwarted by the snow showers raining down on me.
Note to self: Next time, bring the umbrella!! 😉
Today’s the day that my Mom’s Sad Old Tree gets a haircut.
The tree’s been here ever since Mom’s family built the house back in the 50’s. An old, majestic white pine that has seen better days and waaay too many Nor’easters.
Yet no matter how old and sad the tree gets, it will always remind me of the four of us kids growing up. Playing softball in the backyard, running the bases, and smelling that sweet pine sap when we’d lean against its trunk in the shade of its enormous limbs.
And recently, this past fall, it’s where I found a hawk sleeping. And there could be no better arms to fall asleep in, no better arms in the whole world.
I visited The Sad Old Tree early this morning… Feeling more than a bit sad.
Thank goodness I had friends, to keep me company.
Just hoping that there are no birds nesting in the scrub pines near the Sad Old Tree. I’ve been hearing the doves every morning, and want them to be safe.
Feel better, Sad Old Tree. My sweet old friend. ❤