Morning Snow

I love looking at snow on tree branches. There is very little, I think, that compares with the absolute beauty of it.

Now before you all start laughing at me, think about it. Before dirt from passing cars is vomited across it's pristine white surface. Before some neighborhood animal has a chance to ruin the overall picture with some splotch of yellow...

The perfectly balanced, weathered beauty of snow piled high on an eighth of an inch wide branch. The silvery lacey pattern it forms over houses and roads. The silver-dollar sized pieces that fall onto cars below. Or the tell-tale holes left by chirping fat chickadee's. Just picture a bright red cardinal posing on a marshmallow covered evergreen tree.

That was how I started my day. I end up smiling the whole time I'm in the car in weather like this. I love looking out the window and see my neighborhood decked out in white. And tomorrow is supposed to be back in the mid-forties. The snow will be gone for a while, and I will once again forget how lovely the world is when it's been frosted like a cake.