Sometimes the snow falls straight down and sticks. It sticks to everything and what it clings to just hangs there, with no wind to knock it to the ground. This snowfall was just like that. Still, peaceful and quiet. The bushes to either side of this little footbridge near our house hung so low with the weight of it that I had to almost crawl underneath. I really didn’t want to disturb the scene, it had such a peaceful feel about it. Walks like this are so rare. I wanted to share part of this one.
Early the next morning the snow was still clinging to all of the branches. This snow-covered lilac bush outside my window had such lovely clean lines of white and brown. By the afternoon it had fallen off.