All words and images © Nina Nixon
You can't predict when the snow will come, but you can guarantee that it will. Come that is.
The anticipation is almost unbearable, every forecast dissected. If there is the merest hint of snow in the air then every cloud is scrutinised. And each weather person cursed if it is not delivered.
We take our snow very seriously around these parts.
But when you wake in the morning, jumping excitedly out of bed to pull back the curtains and discover the landscape you live on, which is normally so very lush and green, has turned completely white. As if a pure white sheet has been draped over it to accentuate those beautiful undulating curves.
Well as a grown up person, it is more exciting then Christmas Eve and morning rolled all into one.
For me it is, anyway.
"Snowflakes are one of nature's most fragile things, but just look what they can do when they stick together" ~ Vesta M. Kelly