Monday

Winter Morning Along The Road


 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
to the trees.