It's early morning as I write this post and the line, "to watch his woods fill up with snow," from Robert Frost's, Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening keeps playing in my head. It's so beautiful I quickly bundle up, grab my camera and head out to the woods before the sun rises or winds arrive to rearrange this beautiful, peaceful landscape.
The snow isn't deep but it's heavy and wet so it sticks to every surface in its path. Tree branches have a thin vertical edge of snow that looks so fragile you could knock it off with a slight breath.
The only sound in the woods are the squeaky, noisy crunch of my Muck boots and a handful of noisy birds whose raucous cries puncture the peaceful quiet of this morning. Sadly, we live in a noisy, and getting noisier, world and I'm always on the lookout for places where the quiet can be heard and enjoyed if only for a minute or two.
Snow is gently falling and there's no place I have to go today and, "the woods are lovely, dark and deep."
Earlier this week it snowed and I happened to glance out the window to see a collar of snow hanging precariously from our bird feeder. It was large and it boggled my mind as to why it hadn't fallen off the feeder since the sun was melting what little snow had fallen from the night before.
I grabbed my camera and ran outside to take a few shots and just as I "clicked" the last shot, the collar released and hit the ground at my feet.
Last, but not least, Valentine's Day is Tuesday and I want to send my family, friends, readers and fellow bloggers the following: