The snow makes everything lovely. Every branch, every object, is a contrast of soft white and dark. White on white becomes a thing of beauty.
Even when that soft, fluffy white pushes trees to their limit, helping them crash down on fences and gates. I have several young maples down. The original trees, huge and majestic, were logged years ago. With tree tenacity young sprouts grow all around the stump, reaching for the sky. These suckers are not as stable as that original old tree, and can't take the combination of wet, wind and snow we've just had. When the snow clears I'll have lots of cleanup work to keep me warm.
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