They say that things just cannot grow
Beneath the winter snow,
Or so I have been told.
Beneath the winter snow,
Or so I have been told.
When I woke up this morning my world was covered with a white blanket, there is something quite serene about fresh snow, the world feels still.
In autumn we watch the world shed its colour to prepare for the harshness of winter. The beauty in winter is watching the survival leading into a reawakening
A little late for the first fall of Snow, it’s nice to see it for a little while. I’m hoping for a quick departure from the cold stuff after the hassle it caused last year.
xoxo
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