How can so much snow gather on a single twig? There is no way I could pile on half as much material before watching it all give way, the reed springing back and shaking off its burden. Yet here, layer upon layer has been built as nature brushes its gentle hand across the landscape.

Of course in around 24 hours all had changed, with strong gusts of wind coming in from the Atlantic. The gentle hand had been transformed into a clenched fist.
A delicate balancing act – I also love to see fresh snow on trees, adding definition to the trees’ contours.
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I wish we would see it a bit more regularly, or at least not have to screech out as soon as we see a bit of white stuff sticking, frightened it will melt in minutes and all be gone…..
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I’m quite ok with a little bit of snow – we’ve had plenty of it this winter…
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Oh it is beautiful … cold but so delicate 🙂
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Cheers Julie, that’s almost it from the snow scene ⛄️
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Beautiful as only nature can do John. I’m really enjoying your day of snow 🙂
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Cheers Lee, just finished my post scheduled for tomorrow in which you get an honorary mention. 😎❄️
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So lovely. I love the light, fluffy stuff!
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Yes, we just seldom get it. Personally I would like to see more of it but may be in a minority on that….
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Not according to all my blogging friends in Ireland! Seems you all would like a tad more… 😉
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Best organise a mass smow dance then
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Ha ha! I’ll lead!
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That delicate hand is needed
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