A white quilt
“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” ― Lewis Carroll
Snow can seem brutal when we have to shovel it, or when it freezes into hardened slush, dingy with vehicle dirt and exhaust. But when it first falls, it appears almost miraculous. It clings to the tiniest branches and leaves, and coats everything so evenly, blindingly white in the morning sun that is magnified by its brilliance. In most of the places we have lived, snow never fell at all, but even here in Virginia, when it does fall, its beauty is short-lived. No less remarkable for that brevity, though, and probably more enjoyable.
If you have snow today, I hope you can find beauty in it despite whatever inconvenience it brings to you. Feel free to send us some pretty snow scenes if you photograph any. Those of us in warmer climates might actually enjoy seeing a bit of fluffy white snow!
One year ago today