Fondest Winter Dream

My fondest childhood dream of winter was to awaken to find that it had snowed so much overnight that we went from living in your everyday average neighborhood to a very magical winter wonderland. You can imagine that the little girl in me was quite pleased to look out the window this morning and see this.

Trees that only just recently shed their leaves had been clothed in mounds of snow.

Some of them bowed under the weight making snow arches and gateways.

And the birds seemed to appreciate a trouble-free breakfast.

By late afternoon, the temperature had begun to drop so the snow may be around for a while.

I couldn’t resist walking under these natural arches remembering what it was like in my youth . . .

and then looking up from underneath through the branches to the white sky above.

Even the Christmas lights seemed to have a more enchanting glow in the snow.

If anything can take some of the chill out of a winter storm, surely it would be fairy-like appearance of the snow covered lights and beauty of the now white landscape.