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
We had the BEST kind of snow last week -
it stuck to the trees but not to the road :)
This was the day after our snow - and it was still clinging beautifully