It's been an unusually dry December for us. Most years, by this time, we've had at least one good winter storm to lay a foundation of snow - but not this year. (Early November's freakish four inches melted off quickly.)
The weather forecast held very little promise of precipitation - a dusting of frosty flakes, but no more. However, as if to celebrate the coming of winter and lend a proper Christmassy air to our revels, last night's skies dropped a soft white blanket over our little world and we woke to a fluffy covering of snow.
The trees behind the house were outlined in white, their branches forming intricate lacy patterns against the pale winter sky.
The pine branches bore their burden with grace...
...while the trunks looked as if Nature had been throwing snowballs at them.
Dried plants were bowed down under the weight of snow...
...which performed marvellous feats of balance on slender twig and vine.
It's beginning to look more like Christmas!
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