Snow. The first real snow since I first moved to Georgia almost 13 yrs. ago. Not just a dusting but a 4 inch accumulation!! It was like an old friend had come to call. We all bundled up and went out to revel in it. The grandkids built a snowman, we all hunkered down to a snowball fight and Daniel got out the camera to document it all. One of my favorite shots is my sacred oak, Aran. He is covered in a sparkling, pristine white. A glittering specter tree. The muffling of sound by the blanket of snow gives everything an ethereal quality. The space below, where sits an altar and a bench and four standing stones, becomes a new scene of quiet awe.
This snowfall brought so much joy. It was brief (melting away completely in 2 days) but it was pure joy. We adults all felt like kids again. What a wonderful gift, indeed.
