This was a first day out snowshoeing so just rambled on Nose Hill (Spy Hill) and had a beautiful sunny day. Every little wisp of grass was lined with the most spectacular ice crystals. The sun’s heat and gentle breezes stripped them bare and the little clusters lay beneath on the ground.
You could almost hear the “tinkling” of ice crystals falling in your imagination.. well, mine anyway! Sorry for the blurry images.. I was disappointed to only have my cell phone camera on hand, next time I’ll be sure to bring my trusty Canon. The snow alternated between crusty thin layers that you could easily snowshoe on, to thick drifts that you could almost surf down.
These deer appeared on the horizon, at first cautious but then they gracefully ambled across the field, it was so magical.
Happy New Year, Barbara.
What a beautiful poem … we haven’t had any real snow yet here in the south. Only rain.
The other day we got some massive snowflakes falling – on the same time is was thunder. Very wired.
The snow is magical .. it brings out the child in us, at least the first one.
Have a lovely weekend.
Happy New Year to you as well, Viveka! I’d love to have thunder with snow.. I think I’ve experienced it only once a very long time ago! xx
Barbara your poem is exactly what I imagine a White winter to be like – absolutely poetic and lovely.
Cheers
Choc Chip Uru
Those deer are wonderful and how lucky to come across them. I haven’t been on showshoes since I was a kid. It’s so hot here today that we’re running from one air conditioner to another. 🙂
What I wouldn’t give for hot!!
How pretty is that? We’ve finally warmed up and most of the snow has melted but I’m sure it’s not over yet.
Your words are beautiful, Smidge. You create loveliness with everything you do!
The images weren’t that blurry and I absolutely enjoyed them. Simply Beautiful
Lovely poem, wonderful pictures. Fun, fun post — thanks.