The snow is so thick and heavy that the woods are all arches and gates.
The low bushes reach across the path towards each other. I push the branches aside, and pass through them, snow clinging to my coat and pants, falling into my boots. They close behind me.
One of the pine trees I planted two years ago is bent so the top of it touches the ground. I release it, brushing off three inches of piled snow and it bounces up and down and up again.
Young bones.
So magical!
Thanks Lori!
Great photo of Fate blending in with the black and white woods, with the faint misty-cold blue way off in the background on the right. It looks like it feels cold!
She does look like she’s a part of it all does’t she Amy. I guess she is.
Ah I see you made it to the magical woods. My two recently planted red cedars needed to be released from their snow burdens, wish they had bounced back more.
Oh… red cedars, so nice!