All snowfalls are special in their own way. But Christmas snow and the very first snow of the season are extra special.
The fresh layers erase the scars and emptiness of the landscape with gentle waves of white.
The day started with light flurries and the lightest layer of white on the grass.
After a couple hours there was a thin line of snow over the grass. The snow kept coming.
Thankfully the first day of snow was on a Saturday, so chaos was mostly avoided on the road. People didn't stay home since there were presents to buy and trees to purchase, but mostly they drove carefully on the slippery pavement.
Snow and temps hovering around freezing paints the landscape wonderfully as snow clings to branches.
By 5, the snow stopped. It stacked up a good five inches on the railing around our back deck.
While I don't "have" to shovel the snow here, I don't mind grabbing a shovel and clearing the driveway. There is something liberating when one isn't required to get something done.
Better yet, tell somebody they can't shovel, or rake or do the dishes, and you up the chances that body will sneak around to do the job.
Sunday morning still looked bright and the world new under a clean blanket of snow.
Evergreens displayed more beauty clothed in white than with all the glistening lights and gleaming ornaments.
The next snow, perhaps arriving this weekend, will be nice, but it won't be the first.
While still autumn on the calendar, I've turned the seasonal calendar to winter, waiting for the snows of Christmas.
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