Snow came to our corner of the world on Friday, bringing with it that childlike sense of wonder and awe that never seems to diminish with the passing years.
There is nothing like a covering of snow to make us see the world afresh, as if, for those few brief days, it really was the blank slate it appeared to be and and we could create anything we dreamed of when the ice melted away.
The sight of snow-dusted seed heads of monarda, motherwort and lovage made me glad I have been lazy with tidying up the garden this winter.
The mild winter so far has meant plenty of new growth appearing too, seen here on rose and ivy and the young nettles out in the lane.
The colours of tree branches make for beautiful contrasts with the powdery snow, the blackness of ash buds and vibrant green lichen on the willow.
My favourite tree on snowy days is the oak however. It’s sinewy branches trace dark, dancing patterns across the sky as it stands, like a great guardian, in a white washed world.
One of my favourite oaks stands in the field in front of our house. This is how it looked on Friday as the first snow began to fall:
And only two days previously, last Wednesday, bathed in low winter sun:
I hope that if you too are in a part of the world with snow, you are keeping safe and warm.
I’ll be back soon with a post on using herbs to help banish winter phlegmy-ness!